We Have an Anchor

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?

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 in the Savior's love

It is safely moored,'twill the storm withstand
For 'tis well secured by the Savior's hand

by William James Kirkpatrick