Anchord

by Clara M. Brooks

Long my restless soul had sought
Refuge from the troubled sea;
Struggling vainly till I thought
There was no repose for me;
Jesus whispered 'mid the storm,
"Trust Mine everlasting arm."

As my spirit, terror-filled,
Breasted storm and tide alone,
Jesus came-the tempest stilled,
Hushed its loud and angry moan;
Standing on the restless wave,
Reached His hand my soul to save.

Jesus, Master of the sea,
Never let my vessel strand;
Keep me sheltered in the lee,
In the hollow of Thy hand,
Free from storm and tempest shock,
Anchored deeply in the rock.

Safely by the rock-bound coast,
And the treach'rous breakers past,
Guide me, lest my way be lost,
Into heaven's port at last;
Stormy seas no more I'll sail-
Safe at last within the veil.