Anchored

Verse 1

Long my restless soul had sought Refuge from the troubled sea; Struggling vainly till I thought There was no repose for me; Jesus whispered ’mid the storm, “Trust Mine everlasting arm.”

Verse 2

As my spirit, terror-filled, Breasted storm and tide alone, Jesus came—the tempest stilled, Hushed its loud and angry moan; Standing on the restless wave, Reached His hand my soul to save.

Verse 3

Jesus, Master of the sea, Never let my vessel strand; Keep me sheltered in the lee, In the hollow of Thy hand, Free from storm and tempest shock, Anchored deeply in the rock.

Verse 4

Safely by the rock-bound coast, And the treach’rous breakers past, Guide me, lest my way be lost, Into heaven’s port at last; Stormy seas no more I’ll sail— Safe at last within the veil.