Tho' the angry surges roll, on my tempest driven soul,
I am peaceful for I know, wildly thought the winds may blow,
Iv'e an anchor safe and sure that can evermore endure.
And it holds, 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, my anchor holds!
Troubles almost 'whelm the soul; griefs like billows o'er me roll,
tempters seek to lure astray, storms obscure the light of day.
But in Christ I can be bold, I've an anchor that shall hold!
"We who have taken refuge would have strongencouragement to take hold of the hope set before us.This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sureand steadfast and one which enters within the veil."Hebrews 6:18b-19