(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
1
Tho the angry surges roll On my tempest-driven soul,
I am peaceful, for I know, Wildly thou the winds may blow,
I’ve an anchor safe and sure That can evermore endure.
CHORUS
And it hold’s my anchor holds! blow your wildest then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail: By His grace I shall not fail,
For my anchor holds, me anchor holds.
2
Mighty tides about me sweep, Perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o’ershade the sky And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest’s shock, For my anchor grips the Rock.
CHORUS
3
I can feel the anchor fast As I meet each sudden blast,
And the cable, tho unseen, Bears the heavy strain between;
Thru the storm I safely ride Till the turning of the tide.
CHORUS
4
Troubles almost ‘whelm the soul, Griefs like billows o’er me roll,
Tempers seek to lure astray, Storms obscure the light of day.
But in Christ I can be bold — I’ve an anchor that shall hold.
CHORUS