| I took a walk down to the harbour, |
| I even watched a ship come in, |
| With all the lights upon the water shimmering. |
| These empty streets once thronged |
| With people before the houses had all gone, |
| And fathers rose to queue for work before the dawn. |
| And every meal upon the table bore |
| Testimony to their days spent working |
| Hard upon a ship from far away. |
| Tell me the old, old story of Jesus and His love |
| And will your anchor hold you in the flood. |
| Upon the church steps stood a preacher, |
| He cried redemption to the docks, |
| And all his words fell just like honey on a rock. |
| And hearts made stony by those hard times, |
| And steelyed eyes and windswept face, |
| Were softened by his stories of amazing grace. |
| From two and three to many thousands, |
| Revival fell upon the land, |
| The tiger lay before the lion and the lamb. |
| Now I came looking for adventure, |
| And it’s adventure I have found |
| Since first I placed my feet upon this holy ground. |
| And I will never be a sailor, |
| But maybe if I take my stand |
| Perhaps we’ll see revival fall upon our land. |
| I took a walk down to the harbour, |
| I even watched a ship come in, |
| With all the lights upon the water shimmering, |
| But I have an anchor, that keeps my soul |
| Steadfast and sure while those billows roll. |
| Fastened to the rock which cannot move, |
| Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s blood. |