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<h2>MY ANCHOR HOLDS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“An anchor for the soul, firm and secure.” Hebrews 6:19</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_t_o_towner_db.jpg" alt="Daniel Brink Towner (1850-1919)" width="133.333333333333" height="172"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Moody Bible Institute</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> W. C. Martin, 1902.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_o_towner_db.html" target="_blank">Daniel Brink Towner</a>, 1902 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_myanchor.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Though the angry surges roll<br>
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On my tempest driven soul,<br>
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I am peaceful, for I know,<br>
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Wildly though the winds may blow,<br>
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I’ve an anchor safe and sure,<br>
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That can evermore endure.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">And it holds, my anchor holds:<br>
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Blow your wildest, then, O gale,<br>
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On my bark so small and frail;<br>
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By His grace I shall not fail,<br>
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For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.</p>
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<p>Mighty tides about me sweep,<br>
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Perils lurk within the deep,<br>
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Angry clouds o’ershade the sky,<br>
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And the tempest rises high;<br>
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Still I stand the tempest’s shock,<br>
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For my anchor grips the rock.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>I can feel the anchor fast<br>
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As I meet each sudden blast,<br>
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And the cable, though unseen,<br>
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Bears the heavy strain between;<br>
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Through the storm I safely ride,<br>
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Till the turning of the tide.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Troubles almost ’whelm the soul;<br>
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Griefs like billows o’er me roll;<br>
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Tempters seek to lure astray;<br>
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Storms obscure the light of day:<br>
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But in Christ I can be bold,<br>
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I’ve an anchor that shall hold.</p>
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