Cântăre Anchored

1. 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."



2. 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.



3. 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.



4. 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.