We have an anchor
That keeps the soul steadfast and sure
While the billows roll
Fastened to the Rock
Which cannot move
Grounded firm and deep
Grounded firm and deep
In the Saviour’s love
In the Saviour’s love
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
Though the tempest rage
And the wild winds blow
Not an angry wave
Shall our bark o’erflow
When our eyes behold
Through the gath’ring night
The city of gold
Our harbour bright
We shall anchor fast
By the heav’nly shore
With the storms all past forevermore