When thoughts of my mind toss and turn,
And storms of life billow and churn;
When it seems that life may lose its hold,
Then comes the Anchor of my soul.

 When fears and doubts cloud up my mind,
No outward peace can I seem to find;
When it seems that all is out of control,
I turn to the Anchor of my soul.

 The crowds around me are in despair.
They think that life just isn’t fair.
They look to a world that is dark and cold.
They don’t know the Anchor of the soul.

 Upon my life may come torrents of rain.
It comes for growth and not for pain.
The world seems to trust its silver and gold.
I choose the Anchor of my soul.