WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
Will your anchor hold
in the storms of life,
When the clouds unfold
their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift
and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift,
or firm remain?
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
We have an anchor
that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure
while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock
which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep
in the Saviour’s love.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
It is safely moored,
’twill the storm withstand,
For ’tis well secured
by the Saviour’s hand;
And the cables,
passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy that blast, �thro’ strength divine.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
We have an anchor
that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure
while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock
which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep
in the Saviour’s love.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
It will surely hold
in the Straits of Fear—
When the breakers have told
that the reef is near;
Though the tempest rave
and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall
our bark o’erflow.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
We have an anchor
that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure
while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock
which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep
in the Saviour’s love.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
It will firmly hold in
the Floods of Death—
When the waters cold
chill our latest breath,
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide
within the Veil.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
We have an anchor
that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure
while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock
which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep
in the Saviour’s love.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
When our eyes behold
through the gath’ring night
The city of gold, our harbour bright,
We shall anchor fast
by the heav’nly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
We have an anchor
that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure
while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock
which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep
in the Saviour’s love.
Priscilla Jane Owens (1829-1907)
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