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140. Will Your Anchor Hold in the Storms of Life | P.M. |
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| 1 | Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, |
| When the clouds unfold their wings of strife? |
| When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain, |
| Will your anchor drift, or firm remain? |
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| We have an anchor that keeps the soul |
| Steadfast and sure while the billows roll; |
| Fastened to the Rock which cannot move, |
| Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour's love. |
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| 2 | Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear, |
| When the breakers roar and the reef is near? |
| While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow, |
| Shall the angry waves then your bark o'erflow? |
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| 3 | Will your anchor hold in the floods of death, |
| When the waters cold chill your latest breath? |
| On the rising tide you can never fail |
| While your anchor holds within the veil. |
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| 4 | Will your eyes behold through the morning light |
| The city of gold and the harbor bright? |
| Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore |
| When life's storms are past forevermore? |
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