Ive anchored my soul in the Haven of Rest;
Ive pillowed my head on the dear Saviors breast;
Im trusting His promise of mercy so free;
Fear not, For My grace is sufficient for thee.
At home or abroad, on the land or the sea,
Gods wonderful grace is sufficient for me;
Im finding it true that whereer I may be,
His grace is sufficient for me,
For me, for me, His grace is sufficient for me.
Wherever my lot upon earth may be cast,
Mid storm and mid tempest He holdeth me fast;
No harm can betide while His dear face I see,
And cling to the hand that was wounded for me.
The billows in fury around me may beat;
The Cleft in the Rock is my blessèd retreat;
My Shield and Defender forever is He;
The Savior Whose grace is sufficient for me.
And when I have finished lifes voyage at last,
When safe in the harbor my anchor is cast,
The theme of my praises forever shall be,
Gods grace, which is always sufficient for me.