There's Room for You to Anchor
There's room for you to anchorWithin the port of rest,Where tempests all are over,And calms no more molest;How sweet to weary voyagers,This precious promise giv'n:There's room for you to anchorSafe in heav'n.
There's room (for you), there's room (for you);There's room (for you), there's room (for you).There's room for you to anchorSafe in heav'n.
There's room for you to anchor;The ship is waiting now,—The ship of God's preparing,O ask not Why nor How.His boundless love and mercyNo tongue can ever tell,—If you but trust his promise,All is well.
The same dear friends shall meet usThat we have loved below;The same sweet voices greet usAs in the long ago.Then hush! ye murm'ring waters,Ye tempests, cease to blow!I almost hear the musicSoft and low.
O heaving, swelling billows,Bear onward to my home!Beyond these dreary headlandsI see its shining dome.There, there my fainting spiritNo more for rest shall sigh;'Tis there I hope to anchorBy and by.