Misc Praise Songs — My Anchor Holds

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Words: W.C. Martin (1902)
Music: Daniel B. Towner (1902)

[Verse 1]
N.C.
Tho' the angry surges roll
Bb    Eb             Bb
On my tempest driven soul,
     F7             Bb
I am peaceful for I know,
       C7                 F
Wildly tho' the winds may blow,
F7      Bb     F        Bb
I've an anchor safe and sure,
Cm       Bb   F7   Bb   F  Bb
That can ev - er - more en-dure.

[Refrain]
F7     Bb    Cm7 Bb   Eb   Bb    F7 Bb
And it holds my  an - chor holds;
          F
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
F7    Bb   F7  Bb        Eb
On my bark so  small and frail.
       C7                F
By His grace I shall not fail,
F7     Bb Cm7 Bb  Cm7 Bb
For my an -   chor    holds,
Ebm Bb   F7   Bb
My  an - chor holds.

[Verse 2]
N.C.
Mighty tides about me sweep;
Bb     Eb               Bb
Perils lurk with-in the deep;
      F7                    Bb
Angry clouds o'er-shade the sky,
        C7            F
And the tempest rises high.
F7      Bb        F         Bb
Still I stand the tempest's shock,
Cm     Bb F7   Bb    F   Bb
For my an-chor grips the Rock.

[Refrain]
F7     Bb    Cm7 Bb   Eb   Bb    F7 Bb
And it holds my  an - chor holds;
          F
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
F7    Bb   F7  Bb        Eb
On my bark so  small and frail.
       C7                F
By His grace I shall not fail,
F7     Bb Cm7 Bb  Cm7 Bb
For my an -   chor    holds,
Ebm Bb   F7   Bb
My  an - chor holds.

[Verse 3]
N.C.
I can feel the anchor fast
Bb   Eb               Bb
As I meet each sudden blast,
        F7             Bb
And the cable, tho' un-seen,
          C7              F
Bears the heavy strain be-tween.
F7        Bb      F      Bb
Thro'bthe storm I safely ride,
Cm       Bb   F7  Bb F   Bb
Till the turn-ing of the tide.

[Refrain]
F7     Bb    Cm7 Bb   Eb   Bb    F7 Bb
And it holds my  an - chor holds;
          F
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
F7    Bb   F7  Bb        Eb
On my bark so  small and frail.
       C7                F
By His grace I shall not fail,
F7     Bb Cm7 Bb  Cm7 Bb
For my an -   chor    holds,
Ebm Bb   F7   Bb
My  an - chor holds.

[Verse 4]
N.C.
Troubles almost 'whelm the soul;
Bb          Eb              Bb
Griefs like billows o'er me roll;
        F7             Bb
Tempers seek to lure a-stray;
          C7                 F
Storms ob-scure the light of day.
F7     Bb       F      Bb
But in Christ I can be bold;
Cm      Bb F7   Bb   F     Bb
I've an an-chor that shall hold.

[Refrain]
F7     Bb    Cm7 Bb   Eb   Bb    F7 Bb
And it holds my  an - chor holds;
          F
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
F7    Bb   F7  Bb        Eb
On my bark so  small and frail.
       C7                F
By His grace I shall not fail,
F7     Bb Cm7 Bb  Cm7 Bb
For my an -   chor    holds,
Ebm Bb   F7   Bb
My  an - chor holds.