(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
Will you 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 you anchor drift or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast 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;
Tho the tempest rage and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’er-flow.
When our eyes behold thru the gath’ring night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
With the storm all past forevermore.