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 suff’ring, in the sorrow, when my sinking hopes are few I will hold fast to the anchor, it shall never be removed
Facing a task unfinished That drives us to our knees A need that, undiminished Rebukes our slothful ease We,?who?rejoice to know?Thee Renew before Thy throne The solemn pledge?we owe Thee To go and make Thee known
Oh, to see the dawn of the darkest day Christ on the road to Calvary Tried by sinful men, torn and beaten, then Nailed to a cross of wood
When I fear my faith will fail Christ will hold me fast When the tempter would prevail He will hold me fast I could never keep my hold Through life’s fearful path For my love is often cold He must hold me fast
Lord, from sorrows deep I call When my hope is shaken Torn and ruined from the fall Hear my desperation For so long I’ve pled and prayed God, come to my rescue Even so the thorn remains Still my heart will praise You
