MY ANCHOR HOLDS

"An anchor for the soul, firm and secure." Hebrews 6:19

Words: W.C. Martin, 1902.
Music: Daniel Brink Towner, 1902.

Though the angry surges roll on my tempest driven soul,
I am peaceful, for I know, wildly though the winds may blow,
I've an anchor safe and sure, that can evermore endure.

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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.

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.

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I can feel the anchor fast as I meet each sudden blast,
And the cable, though unseen, bears the heavy strain between;
Through the storm I safely ride, till the turning of the tide.

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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.

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