| Song | Though The Angry Surges Roll |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Though The Angry Surges Roll |
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Though The Angry Surges Roll
On My Tempest-Driven Soul,
I Am Peaceful, For I Know,
Wildly Though The Winds May Blow,
I’ve An Anchor Safe And Sure,
That Can Evermore Endure.
And It Holds, My Anchor Holds;
Blow Your Wildest, Then, O Gale,
On My Bark So Small And Frail:
By His Grace I Shall Not Fail,
For My Anchor Holds,
My Anchor Holds.
Mighty Tides About Me Sweep,
Perils Lurk Within The Deep,
Angry Clouds Over Shade The Sky,
And The Tempest Rises High;
Still I Stand The Tempest’s Shock,
For My Anchor Grips The Rock.
And It Holds, My Anchor Holds;
Blow Your Wildest, Then, O Gale,
On My Bark So Small And Frail;
By His Grace I Shall Not Fail,
For My Anchor Holds,
My Anchor Holds.
I Can Feel The Anchor Fast
As I Meet Each Sudden Blast,
And The Cable, Though Unseen,
Bears The Heavy Strain Between;
Through The Storm I Safely Ride,
Till The Turning Of The Tide.
And It Holds, My Anchor Holds;
Blow Your Wildest, Then, O Gale,
On My Bark So Small And Frail;
By His Grace I Shall Not Fail,
For My Anchor Holds,
My Anchor Holds.
Troubles Almost ‘Whelm The Soul;
Grief’s Like Billows Over Me Roll;
Tempters Seek To Lure Astray;
Storms Obscure The Light Of Day:
But In Christ I Can Be Bold,
I’ve An Anchor That Shall Hold.
And It Holds, My Anchor Holds;
Blow Your Wildest, Then, O Gale,
On My Bark So Small And Frail;
By His Grace I Shall Not Fail,
For My Anchor Holds,
My Anchor Holds.
