#271 My Anchor Holds

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)


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.


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.


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.



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.



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.




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