Author: Toplady Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #269 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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! Topics: The Holy Spirit; The Quickening Gales of the Spirit
At anchor laid, remote from home