We Have an Anchor
- 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?
- It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand
For 'tis well secured by the Savior's hand;
Tho the tempest rage and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o'er-flow
- When our eyes behold thru the gath'ring night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heav'nly shore
With the storms all past forevermore.
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 Savior's love.