Lost in Sight of the Harbor

Lost in sight of the har­bor

Not on the track­less deep;

Not where ocean is black­est

Nor where the wild winds sweep.

But lost in sight of the har­bor;

Lost for the want of a hand;

Strong and cer­tain and stead­fast

To pi­lot safe to the land.

Lost in sight of the har­bor

The days of sail­ing past

In a few more brief mo­ments

The shore lines might be cast.

Lost in sight of the har­bor

The shore bells ring­ing clear

Their sweet chimes the last mu­sic

That ma­ny a soul shall hear.

Lost in sight of the har­bor

Wrecked by the fogs of sin

Some poor soul ship that’s sail­ing

Can nev­er en­ter in.

Lost in sight of the har­bor

Lost

what a word of woe;

Choose the on­ly sure Pi­lot

Who all the way doth know.

Then safe you’ll rest in the har­bor;

Safe by the skill of a hand

Strong and cer­tain and stead­fast

The Pi­lot to glo­ry land.