There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it. 1 Corinthians 10:13
He also tells us to be faithful and promises us a reward.
Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer: behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried; and ye shall have tribulation ten days: be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. Revelation 2:10
This picture also brings to mind a song I heard long ago.
Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast
The definition of an
anchor is any of various devices dropped by a chain, cable, or rope to the
bottom of a body of water for preventing or restricting the motion of a vessel
or other floating object hold or a person or thing that can be relied on for
support, stability, or security.
An anchor is only
as good as what it is anchored to.
In Christ we have a
sure and steadfast anchor for our soul.
WE HAVE AN ANCHOR
Will your anchor hold in the storms of
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
It is safely moored, ’twill the storm
For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
Can defy that blast, thro’ strength divine.
It will surely hold in the Straits of
When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.
It will firmly hold in the Floods of
When the waters cold chill our latest breath,
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide within the Veil.
When our eyes behold through the
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.
Words:Priscilla J. Owens, 1882. Owens was a teacher in Baltimore,
Maryland, for almost half a century. She taught Sunday school at the Union
Square Methodist Episcopal Church. Most of her hymns were written for her
Sunday school students.