The Voice of Praise ‎#269

269. At anchor laid, remote from home

1 At anchor laid, remote from home,
To thee I cry, O Spirit, come!
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,
But swells my sails and speed my way.

2 Fain would I feel the Spirit move,
In breathings of celestial love;
And while I spread my feeble sails,
Oh, send thy gentle, quickening gales!

Text Information

• First Line: At anchor laid, remote from home
• Author: Toplady
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Holy Spirit; The Quickening Gales of the Spirit

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