Lost in sight of the har­bor,
Not on the track­less deep;
Not where ocean is black­est,
Nor where the wild winds sweep.

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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.

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Lost in sight of the har­bor,
The shore bells ring­ing clear,
Their sweet chimes the last mu­sic
That ma­ny a soul shall hear.

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Lost in sight of the har­bor,
Wrecked by the fogs of sin,
Some poor soul ship that’s sail­ing,
Can ne­ver en­ter in.

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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.