{
  "title": "And it holds, my anchor holds",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "My Anchor Holds",
  "number": "717",
  "lyrics": "Though the angry surges roll\nOn my tempest-driven soul,\nI am peaceful, for I know,\nWildly though the winds may blow,\nI've an anchor safe and sure,\nThat can evermore endure.\n\nAnd it holds, my anchor holds;\nBlow your wildest then, O gale,\nOn my bark so small and frail:\nBy his grace I shall not fail,\nFor my anchor holds, my anchor holds.\n\nMighty tides about me sweep,\nPerils lurk within the deep,\nAngry clouds o'ershade the sky,\nAnd the tempest rises high;\nStill I stand the tempest's shock,\nFor my anchor grips the Rock.\n\nI can feel the anchor fast\nAs I meet each sudden blast,\nAnd the cable, though unseen,\nBears the heavy strain between;\nThrough the storm I safely ride,\nTill the turning of the tide.\n\nTroubles almost 'whelm the soul;\nGriefs like billows o'er me roll;\nTempters seek to lure astray;\nStorms obscure the light of day:\nBut in Christ I can be bold,\nI've an anchor that shall hold.",
  "first_line": "Though the angry surges roll"
}