My Anchor Holds

A few months back, this beautiful hymn was brought to my attention at church, and though it was new to my ears, God worked in a mighty way through the lyrics. Wiping tears as I sang, I was reminded that we are to trust in the Lord with all our hearts, and to not lean on our own understanding; to acknowledge Him in all our ways, and He will make straight our paths (Proverbs 3:5-6); to run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the FOUNDER and PERFECTER of our faith (Hebrews 12:1-2); to pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness and to fight the good fight of the faith (1 Timothy 6:11-12); to continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving (Colossians 4:2); to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which we have been called, with humility and gentleness, with patience bearing with others in love (Ephesians 4:1-2); to take up the whole armor of God, that we may able to withstand in the evil day (Ephesians 6:13); to look upon the work of God, who will sustain us to the end, guiltless in the day of our Lord Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 1:8); and to count it all joy when we meet trials of various kinds, for the testing of faith produces steadfastness (James 1:2).

My Anchor Holds
by W.C. Martin
Music by Daniel B. Towner
1902

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.

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.

Mighty tides about me sweep,
Perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o’ershade the sky,
And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest’s shock,
For my anchor grips the rock.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.