As a tree beside the water

July 4

As a tree beside the water
Has the Savior planted me;
All my fruit shall be in season,
I shall live eternally.

Tho’ the tempest rage around me,
Thro’ the storm my Lord I see,
Pointing upward to that haven,
Where my loved ones wait for me.

When by grief my heart is broken,
And the sunshine steals away,
Then his grace, in mercy given,
Changes darkness into day.

When at last I stand before him,
O what joy it will afford,
Just to see the sinner ransomed,
And behold my sov’reign Lord.

Chorus
I shall not be moved,
I shall not be moved;
Anchored to the Rock of Ages,
I shall not be moved.
     Alfred H. Ackley