Lost! Lost! Lost! The Cry Went Up From A Sea -- The Waves Were Wild With An Awful Wrath, Not A Light Shone Down On The Lone Ship'S Path; The Clouds Hung Low: Lost! Lost! Lost! Rose Wild From The Hearts Of The Tempest-Tossed. Lost! Lost! Lost! The Cry Floated Over The Waves -- Far Over The Pitiless Waves; It Smote On The Dark And It Rended The Clouds; The Billows Below Them Were Weaving White Shrouds Out Of The Foam Of The Surge, And The Wind-Voices Chanted A Dirge: Lost! Lost! Lost! Wailed Wilder The Lips Of The Tempest-Tossed. Lost! Lost! Lost! Not The Sign Of A Hope Was Nigh, In The Sea, In The Air, Or The Sky; And The Lifted Faces Were Wan And White, There Was Nothing Without Them But Storm And Night And Nothing Within But Fear. But Far To A Father'S Ear: Lost! Lost! Lost! Floated The Wail Of The Tempest-Tossed. Lost! Lost! Lost! Out Of The Depths Of The Sea -- Out Of The Night And The Sea; And The Waves And The Winds Of The Storm Were Hushed, And The Sky With The Gleams Of The Stars Was Flushed. Saved! Saved! Saved! And A Calm And A Joyous Cry Floated Up Through The Starry Sky, In The Dark -- In The Storm -- "Our Father" Is Nigh.