Out of the Depths

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.