Will your 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 your 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 Saviour's love.

It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,
When the breakers have told the reef is near,
Tho' the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow.

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 Saviour's love.

It will surely hold in the floods of death,
When the waters chill your latest breath,
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide within the veil.

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 Saviour's love.

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love.