The Anchor Holds

Verse 1

Christ Jesus is my anch’rage ground, No firmer ever can be found; And, anchored here, I cannot fail To ride in triumph ev’ry gale.

Chorus

Within the vail my anchor’s cast, It holds! it holds amid the blast! Within the vail my anchor’s cast, It holds! it holds amid the blast!

Verse 2

The storms may rage, the billows roll, The watery deep surround my soul; Their surging billows, mountain high, But lift me nearer to the sky!

Verse 3

The clouds are pierced by faith’s strong eye, It sees the sun above the sky, And tells the tempest-beaten soul Of rest, where billows never roll.

Verse 4

And when we’ve gained the heav’nly shore, Our voyage ended, storms all o’er, We’ll sing our triumph in his name,— The Lamb,—thro’ whom we overcome.