We Have An Anchor taby ukulele według Priscilla J. Owens

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Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
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When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
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When the strong tides lift and the ca-bles strain,
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Will your an-chor drift, or firm re-main?

Refrain
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We have an anchor that keeps the soul
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Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
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Fastened to the Rock which can-not move,
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Grounded firm and deep in the Sav-ior’s love.

Verse 2:
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It is safely moored, ’twill the storm with-stand,
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For ’tis well secured by the Sav-ior’s hand;
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And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
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Can defy that blast, thro’ strength di-vine.

Verse 3:
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It will surely hold in the Straits of Fear—
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When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
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Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
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Not an angry wave shall our bark o’er-flow.

Verse 4:
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It will firmly hold in the Floods of Death—-
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When the waters cold chill our lat-est breath,
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On the rising tide it can never fail,
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While our hopes a-bide with-in the Veil.

Verse 5:
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When our eyes be-hold through the gath’ring night
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The city of gold, our har-bor bright,
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We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
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With the storms all past for-ev-er-more.