Though Waves And Storms Go Oer My Head

Though waves and storms go o’er my head,
Though strength and health and friends be
Though joys be withered all, and dead,
Though every comfort be withdrawn;
On this my steadfast soul relies–
Father, thy mercy never dies.

Fixed on this ground will I remain,
Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain.
When earth’s foundations melt away:
Mercy’s full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.