#271 My Anchor Holds

(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