The Anchor Within the Veil.
AMID the shadows and the fears
That overcloud this home of tears,
Amid my poverty and sin,
The tempest and the war within,
I cast my soul on thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God! Drifting across a sunless sea,
Cold, heavy mist encurtaining me;
Toiling along life's broken road,
With snares around, and foes abroad,
I cast my soul on thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God! Mine is a day of fear and strife,
A needy soul, a needy life,
A needy world, a needy age;
Yet, in my perilous pilgrimage,
I cast my soul on thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God! To thee I come—ah! only thou
Canst wipe the sweat from off this brow;
Thou, only thou canst make me whole,
And soothe the fever of my soul;
I cast my soul on thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God! On thee I rest—thy love and grace
Are my sole rock and resting-place;
In thee my thirst, and hunger sore,
Lord, let me quench forevermore.
I cast my soul on thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God! 'Tis earth, not Heaven; 'tis night, not noon;
The sorrowless is coming soon;
But till the morn of love appears,
Which ends the travail and the tears,
I cast my soul on thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God!