Will your anchor hold in the storms of life

Will your anchor hold in the storms of life

When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?

When the strong tides lift

and the cables strain

Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

We have an anchor that keeps the soul

Stedfast and sure while the billows roll

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move

Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.

It is safely moored

’twill the storm withstand

For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;

And the cables passed from His heart to mine

Can defy the blast

through strength divine.

It will firmly hold in the straits of fear

When the breakers have told the reef is near;

Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow

Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.

It will surely hold in the floods of death

When the waters cold chill our latest breath;

On the rising tide it can never fail

While our hopes abide within the veil.