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We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain. 

In times like these you need a Savior, in times like these you need an anchor; be very sure, be very sure your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! This Rock is Jesus, yes, He’s the One; this Rock is Jesus, the only One! Be very sure, be very sure your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

In times like these you need the Bible, in times like these O be not idle; be very sure, be very sure your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! This Rock is Jesus, yes, He’s the One; this Rock is Jesus, the only One! Be very sure, be very sure your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

In times like these I have a Savior, in times like these I have an anchor; I’m very sure, I’m very sure my anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! This Rock is Jesus, yes, He’s the One; this Rock is Jesus, the only One! I’m very sure, I’m very sure my anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

Ruth Naomi Caye Jones was born to Edmund and Hannah Ellen “Ella” Renshaw, on August 9, 1902, in Allegheny, PA. Ruth was the sixth of seven children. When she was 18, her parents, four of her siblings and a brother in-law moved into a lodge in town. Her father was the supervisor for the machine shop near the lodge, her brothers and brother in-law worked for the electric company. Ten years later, she married Reverend George Bertram Jones. They moved into a home that was already paid off. They had 5 children. One day while reading about the hardships and casualties of World War II, Ruth pulled out a notepad from her apron and began to write down her thoughts in hopes of finding some kind of hope. Ruth was a self-taught pianist and organist, and although she had no particular interest in writing or poetry, she penned a song that she never dreamed would ever be used. In 1940, the family purchased a home that was valued at $5,000.00, even though his annual income was $1,200.00. Eight years later, in 1948, Ruth and George funded a home radio broadcast network and had a weekly broadcast, “A Visit with the Jones”. Many years later, Ruth was listening to the radio and tuned in to the last part of a Billy Graham Crusade and heard her song being played softly and sung in the background, and began to cry. When asked why she was crying, she said, “I can’t believe that I had any part in writing such a beautiful song, it seemed as if God gave me the song, and I gave it to the world”. She died on August 18, 1972, at the age of 70.