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My anchor-hold is firm in him,
When swelling billows rise.
II.
His comforts bear my spirits up;
I trust a faithful God:
The sure foundation of my hope
It in a Saviour’s blood.
III.
Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul.
To thy Redeemer's name;
ln joy and sorrow, life and death,
His love is sill the same.
