| Christ the sure and steady anchor,
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| In the fury of the storm;
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| When the winds of doubt blow through me,
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| And my sails have all been torn.
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| In the suffering, in the sorrow,
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| When my sinking hopes are few;
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| I will hold fast to the anchor,
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| It will never be removed.
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| Christ the sure and steady anchor,
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| While the tempest rages on;
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| When temptation claims the battle,
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| And it seems the night has won.
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| Deeper still then goes the anchor,
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| Though I justly stand accused;
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| I will hold fast to the anchor,
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| It shall never be removed.
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| Christ the sure and steady anchor,
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| Through the floods of unbelief;
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| Hopeless somehow, O my soul, now,
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| Lift your eyes to Calvary.
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| This my ballast of assurance,
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| See his love forever proved.
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| I will hold fast to the anchor,
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| It will never be removed.
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| Christ the sure and steady anchor,
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| As we face the wave of death;
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| When these trials give way to glory,
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| As we draw our final breath.
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| We will cross that great horizon,
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| Clouds behind and life secure;
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| And the calm will be the better,
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| For the storms that we endure.
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| Christ the sure of our salvation,
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| Ever faithful, ever true!
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| We will hold fast to the anchor,
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| It shall never be removed. |