Music by William J. Kirkpatrick, words by Priscilla J. Owens
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
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock that cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.
It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand,
For it's well secured by the Savior's hand;
And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy that blast, through strength divine.
It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,
When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
Though the tempest rage and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our boat o'erflow.
When our eyes behold through the gathering night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heavenly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.