I have this hope, this anchor for my soul.
I profess, possess – His blood made me whole.

My name is graven on my Savior’s hand.
Before the Creation, it was all planned.

Christ’s promises are great and possible
And He’ll fulfill ev’ry one to the full.

God was faithful in the past and is now.
What happens to me is what He allows.

Christ lives for me now and He intercedes.
Before the Father in Heaven, He pleads.

Because He is faithful, I can keep on
Unswervingly until the Rapture’s dawn.

God, who has made me to live within time
Will some day “fetch” me to His realm sublime.

The world and all its people may fail me,
But, in Him, my anchor holds – that’s the key!

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
( Isaiah 40:31)(KJV)

Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One. What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
( Job 6:10-12 )(KJV)