Anchored in the Rock of ages,
Steadfast in the midst of storms.
Though buffeted about by tempest winds,
My Anchor holds fast and firm.
Though the waters rage around me,
And dark clouds loom overhead,
Still, I can trust in my mooring,
For His love over me is spread.
There is no other harbor
That gives such shelter from storms
As the harbor of Jesus, my Savior,
The harbor of Jesus, my Lord.
©1996 J M McIntosh
This hope we have as an anchor of the soul,
both sure and steadfast, and which enters the
Presence behind the veil, where the forerunner
has entered for us, even Jesus, having become
High Priest forever according to the order of
Melchizedek. (Hebrews 6:19-20)