Chrous

I've anchored my soul in the Haven of Rest, I'll sail the wide seas no more; The tempest may sweep over wild, stormy, deep, In Jesus I'm safe evermore.

Verse 1

My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea, So burdened with sin and distressed, Till I heard a sweet voice, saying, Make Me your choice; And I entered the Haven of Rest!

Verse 2

I yielded myself to His tender embrace, In faith taking hold of the Word, My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul; The Haven of Rest is my Lord.

Verse 3

The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole, Has been the old story so blest, Of Jesus, Who'll save whosoever will have A home in the Haven of Rest.

Verse 4

O come to the Savior, He patiently waits To save by His power divine; Come, anchor your soul in the Haven of Rest, And say, My Belov餠is mine.