Anchored Fast

Tossing on the bil­low

Rocking in the blast

Sickening on the pil­low

Verging to­ward the last.

While the tem­pest rag­es

To the Rock of Ag­es

I am an­chored fast;

While the tem­pest rag­es

To the Rock of Ag­es

I am an­chored fast.

Skies all clad in sa­ble

Storm clouds scud­ding past

Clinging to the ca­ble

I am an­chored fast.

Gone each earth­ly trea­sure

Cut away each mast

Vanished earth­ly plea­sure

Still I’m an­chored fast.

Sorrows mul­ti­ply­ing

Prospects ov­er­cast

Weeping

groan­ing

sigh­ing

Still I’m an­chored fast.

Swiftly to my grave-bed

I am mak­ing haste!

Trembling ’neath the death-dread

Still I’m an­chored fast.