Though the angry surges roll

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    CGS No.: 
    671

    Verse 1
    Though the angry surges roll
    On my tempest-driven soul,
    I am peaceful, for I know,
    Wildly though the winds may blow,
    I've an anchor safe and sure,
    That can evermore endure.

    Chorus
    And it holds, my anchor holds;
    Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
    On my bark so small and frail:
    By His grace I shall not fail,
    For my anchor holds,
    My anchor holds.

    Verse 2
    Mighty tides about me sweep,
    Perils lurk within the deep,
    Angry clouds o'er shade the sky,
    And the tempest rises high;
    Still I stand the tempest's shock,
    For my anchor grips the Rock.

    Chorus
    And it holds, my anchor holds;
    Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
    On my bark so small and frail;
    By His grace I shall not fail,
    For my anchor holds,
    My anchor holds.

    Verse 3
    I can feel the anchor fast
    As I meet each sudden blast,
    And the cable, though unseen,
    Bears the heavy strain between;
    Through the storm I safely ride,
    Till the turning of the tide.

    Chorus
    And it holds, my anchor holds;
    Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
    On my bark so small and frail;
    By His grace I shall not fail,
    For my anchor holds,
    My anchor holds.

    Verse 4
    Troubles almost 'whelm the soul;
    Griefs like billows o'er me roll;
    Tempters seek to lure astray;
    Storms obscure the light of day:
    But in Christ I can be bold,
    I've an anchor that shall hold.

    Chorus
    And it holds, my anchor holds;
    Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
    On my bark so small and frail;
    By His grace I shall not fail,
    For my anchor holds,
    My anchor holds.