  Anchor me safe, though by danger oppressed; Safe in the haven where motion is rest. Safe with the waves rushing up on the shore, Leaving my heart undisturbed by their roar. Anchor me yonder, the beacon in sight, Never to wander away from its light; Type of security, brighten my way, Turning the darkness of evening to day. Anchor me safe, lest the surges resound With the death note of a vessel aground. Straight is the course the Good Pilot must take, I may be weary but he is awake. Worried and weary the tempest unchecked, No one who trusted Him ever was wrecked! Breasting the waters, wind driven and high Perfect the power on which I rely. Mortal may waver, with Him is the skill Vanquishing evil; Omnipotent will. Saviour from trouble, a shelter in storm, Bidding the world to His wisdom conform. |
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