Christ the sure and steady anchor,
In the fury of the storm;
When the winds of doubt blow through me,
When my sails have all been torn.
In the suffering, in the sorrow,
When my sinking hopes are few;
I will hold fast to the anchor,
It will never be removed.
In the fury of the storm;
When the winds of doubt blow through me,
When my sails have all been torn.
In the suffering, in the sorrow,
When my sinking hopes are few;
I will hold fast to the anchor,
It will never be removed.
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