1 Look well to your cables, my brother,
For severed the faith strands may be;
Take heed lest you slip from your moorings,
And storm tossed lie out on life’s sea.

Refrain:
Drifting away, drifting away,
Far from the home of the blest;
Then anchor yourself on the Christ-rock
For under its shadow is rest.

2 Concealed by the gathering darkness,
Are breakers of sin just at hand;
O soul! there is many a danger
To keep you from gaining the land. [Refrain]

3 So anchor your bark to the Christ-rock,
And ask the dear Jesus to be
Your pilot, to guide you in safety
To the shores of eternity. [Refrain]