Hope compared to an Anchor

THis World's a Sea, our Soul's a Ship
With raging Tempest tost;
And if she should her Anchor slip,
She doubtless will be lost.

Thou, Lord, our skilful Pilot art,
Thou know'st all Rocks and Sands;
Our Seamen are our Faculties,
Which must do thy commands.

Faith like a Cable doth appear,
Hope is our Anchor sure;
And if right cast, we need not fear
We shall each Storm endure.

Repentance like a Bucket is
To pump the water out;
For leaky is our Ship, alas,
Which makes us look about.

Thy Graces are our blessed Fraight,
And Heaven is our Port;
Thy Spirit, Lord, must fill our Sails
If e're we bid fair for't.

The Second Part.

Lord, still the Seas, alas, they swell,
And very tempestuous are;
Our Compass is thy Holy Word,
By that 'tis we must steer.

Lord, thou hast power o're the Seas,
Let us not calmed be;
And when the Waves do roar and swell,
Let's cast our Hope in thee.,

Which like an Anchor doth take hold
With that within the Veil;
And if right cast, we may be bold,
Our courage shall not fail.

We for our Anchor have a Rock
That is most firm and sure,
And thou wilt us, Lord, ne're deceive,
But will our Souls secure.

Let Hope be fixt on Christ our Lord,
And on thy Covenant;
Thy Promises also afford
Relief to ev'ry Saint.

Christ's Death and Resurrection too
Our Hope is grounded on;
If thus we cast our Anchor do,
We safe are ev'ry one.