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.
Refrain:
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!
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! [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
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. [Refrain]
Source: Melodious Sonnets #61