ANCHOR-HOLDS

I WAS STANDING ON THE BANKS OF THE RIVER, LOOKING OUT OVER LIFE’S TROUBLED SEA. WHEN I SAW THE OLD SHIP THAT WAS SAILING. IS THAT THE OLD SHIP OF ZION I SEE?

IT’S HULL WAS BENT AND BATTERED FROM THE STORMS OF LIFE, I COULD SEE. THE WAVES WERE ROUGH BUT THAT OLD SHIP WAS STEADY. IS THAT THE OLD SHIP OF ZION I SEE.

AT THE STERN OF THE SHIP WAS THE CAPTAIN. I COULD HEAR AS HE CALLED OUT MY NAME. GET ON BOARD, IT’S THE OLD SHIP OF ZION, IT WILL NEVER PASS THIS WAY AGAIN.

AS I STEP ON BOARD I’LL BE LEAVING ALL MY SORROWS AND HEART ACHES BEHIND. I’LL BE SAFE WITH JESUS THE CAPTAIN, SAILING OUT ON THE OLD SHIP OF ZION

SAILING OUT ON THE OLD SHIP OF ZION.