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!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #269
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|The Shenandoah Harmony: A collection of shape-note tunes, ancient and modern, for singing groups large or small #28B||Peaceful Shore||At anchor laid, remote from home||PEACEFUL SHORE||Augustus M. Toplady||2012|