1  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?

 2  It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand,

    For 'tis well secured by the Savior's hand;

    And the cables passed from His heart to mine,

    Can defy the blast, through strength divine.

 3  It will firmly hold in the straits of fear,

    When the breakers have told the reef is near;

    Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,

    Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow.

 4  It will surely hold in the floods of death,

    When the waters cold chill our latest breath;

    On the rising tide it can never fail,

    While our hopes abide within the veil.