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?

It is safely moored, 'twill the storm withstand, For 'tis well secured by the Saviour's hand, And the cables, passed from His heart to mine, Can defy the blast through strength divine.

It will firmly hold in the straits of fear, When the breakers have told the reef is near; Though the tempest rage and the wild winds blow, Not an angry wave shall our bark o'erflow:

It will surely hold in the flood 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!

When our eyes behold, through the gathering night The city of gold, our harbour bright, We shall anchor fast by the heavenly shore, With the storms all past for evermore.