  Lowered deep was the anchor As the waves rolled high, With thought of loved ones Between each sigh. This was their minds As they gazed into the sky, Making peace with their Savior, For they knew they had to die. Have mercy on us, Lord, as we pray to Thee Save us as we’re descending down, Let us go not, without the holy ground. Glad hearts often Through broken hearts ring, To teach the voice A little song to sing. |
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