The Anchor Holds

Verse 1

The storm is high, but at the helm, My Lord is in command; No swelling sea nor tempest fierce, Can pluck me from His hand.

Chorus

The anchor holds, O praise the Lord! ‘Tis fast within the vail; ‘Tis steadfast, sure, as God’s own word, The storms cannot prevail.

Verse 2

The winds and waves obey the will Of Him, who died for me; Why should I, then, their tumult fear, Or dread the raging sea?

Verse 3

Though darkness dread is on the deep, He knows the way I take, And so in peace I’ll lay me down, For with Him I shall wake.

Verse 4

The sun in splendor o’er the sea Shall shine at God’s command; The clouds shall pass, the waves grow still, Beneath my Saviour’s hand.