We all know what an anchor is - a heavy metal hook used to secure an object, such as a boat, so it won't sink or float off to sea when it isn't supposed to. The anchor, when hooked to a sturdy rock, provides support, stability, and security for the boat.
In this hymn, my anchor is a symbolic picture of Jesus Christ who, when we are attached to Him, provides the same type of support, stability, and security in our lives, especially in the midst of dark and stormy seas.
When the angry waves (Satan and his demons) are trying to cause us to shipwreck, we can be at peace, knowing our Anchor will give us the support we need to remain intact. He is there to help us in our time of need.
But, remember... it only works when we are ATTACHED to the Anchor.
Are you attached to Him? Are you trusting in the only One who can keep your boat secure? If not, I encourage you to take that step of faith today.
Words by: William C. Martin
Music by: Daniel B. Towner
Music by: Daniel B. Towner
Thou' 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.
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.
Chorus
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.
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 o'er shade the sky,
And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest's shock,
For my anchor grips the rock.
Perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o'er shade the sky,
And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest's shock,
For my anchor grips the rock.
Chorus
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.
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.
Chorus
Troubles almost 'whelm the soul;
Griefs like billows o'er 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.
Griefs like billows o'er 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.
Chorus
Yes, it is a good description of the Believers walk with the Lord. Also, the Believer is like a "tree planted by the water."
ReplyDeleteThat is true! Thank you for your comment.
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