| Anchor of my soul, You sustain
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| When I’m in the storm, You remain
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| Good to me
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| Good to me
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| Anchor of my soul, You sustain
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| When I’m in the storm, You remain
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| You remain good to me
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| Good to me
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| When it’s a quarter past midnight
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| And the grey skies fade to black
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| The waves splash and set me off track
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| So my vessel might crash or collapse
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| When I’m attacked
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| And start wrestling in my head with these bad
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| Memories from my past
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| I’m aware of my guilt, overwhelmed
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| And the smell of my blood has the sharks
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| That surround me cast under a spell
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| They waited for me to fall but when I fell the water got
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| Still
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| And the blood that was spilled protects me
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| It’s the same blood that cleansed me
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| My only defense against my nemesis
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| Now I can rest knowing that nothing can come against
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| Me unless the Father gives consent
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| Evil intentions will not disturb God’s purposes or interfere so
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| Who shall I fear if my Anchor is secure?
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| Learning to consider it pure joy when I’m facing tribulations
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| Praising God instead of complaining or getting overtaken with bitterness
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| Looking at the pages of the book of James and seeing
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| The ways that God works through the trials to make us more
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| Mature in our faith. |
| It reminds me how desperate I am in
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| This desert land, thirsty for your mercy and plan while you
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| Give me the strength to stand. |
| You’re my greatest pleasure
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| Yeah, no matter the weather I face, Lord you never forsake
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| My fragile life is safe under your sovereign grace
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| Anchor of my soul, You sustain
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| When I’m in the storm, You remain
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| Good to me
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| Good to me
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| At some point every human looks right in the eyes of agony
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| And through the tragedy asks himself how can this happen to me?
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| You might be the type with enough insight to hold
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| On for your dear life but slip because your grip is not as
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| Tight as you might like
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| You ain’t immune to it, naw, and if
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| You true to yourself then you ain’t new to it
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| Trusted in self, lusted and lured to it
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| So when the darkness overwhelms me
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| And the tide of life rises and swells «It is Well» is what compels me.
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| When faced with adversity your truth
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| Constantly reminds me that you command the seas with ease
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| And with words you’re turning wind to breeze. |
| It helps me
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| To understand that we stand on solid rock not on sinking
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| Sand. |
| Through the providence of pain you perfect your plan
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| Predestined to be tested when the works and the Words of
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| God cooperate and educate men in the great gift of Grace
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| And Faith. |
| And even though its obvious when my outlooks
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| Ominous you’ve bound my heart and my conscience and gave me
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| A constant calmness. |
| So when the pain comes like rain from
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| The parts of life that maintains its strain I can put my
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| Trust in the hands that sustain. |
| It’s profound that with
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| All these sinking ships around me, He surrounds me and he
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| Anchors me with his grace abounding
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| Anchor of my soul, You sustain
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| You sustain
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| When I’m in the storm, You remain
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| You remain
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| Good to me
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| Good to me
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| Oh, You’re good to me
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| You’re good to me
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| Good to me |