Christ, the sure and steady anchor

In the fury of the storm

When the winds of doubt blow through me

And my sails have all been torn.

In the suffering, in the sorrow,

When my sinking hopes are few,

I will hold fast to the anchor;

It shall never be removed.

Christ, the sure and steady anchor

While the tempest rages on,

When temptation claims the battle

And it seems the night has won;

Deeper still then goes the anchor

Though I justly stand accused;

I will hold fast to the anchor;

It shall never be removed.

Christ, the sure and steady anchor

Through the floods of unbelief;

Hopeless somehow, O my soul,

Now lift your eyes to Calvary.

This, my ballast of assurance;

See His love forever proved;

I will hold fast to the anchor;

It shall never be removed.

Christ, the sure and steady anchor

As we face the wave of death,

When these trials give way to glory,

As we draw our final breath;

We will cross that great horizon,

Clouds behind and life secure,

And the calm will be the better

For the storms that we endure.

Christ, the shore of our salvation,

Ever faithful, ever true;

We will hold fast to the anchor;

It shall never be removed. ​