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OUT AT SEA.
Frightening into flicker and flare
The feeble flame of the swinging lamp;
Yet though lonesome and dark it be,
There are places where steadily
Faith's fires burn for us, true hearts mourn for us,
Dear arms yearn for us, out at sea!
The feeble flame of the swinging lamp;
Yet though lonesome and dark it be,
There are places where steadily
Faith's fires burn for us, true hearts mourn for us,
Dear arms yearn for us, out at sea!
Blinded and beaten by wind and foam,
Hurled and tossed at the sea's command,
Sweet the thought that in some dear home,
Steady and still on the solid land,
Where our hopes and our memories be
Safely harbored from storm and sea,
Love takes heed for us, love's lips plead for us,
Love's prayers speed for us, out at sea!
Hurled and tossed at the sea's command,
Sweet the thought that in some dear home,
Steady and still on the solid land,
Where our hopes and our memories be
Safely harbored from storm and sea,
Love takes heed for us, love's lips plead for us,
Love's prayers speed for us, out at sea!
Night and darkness, and storm and clouds;
Creak of cordage and shudder of sails;
Drifting drearily through the shrouds
There is a murmur of mournful wails,—
Dirges sung for the lost at sea,
Where the tempest is fierce and free:
Father, hear to us, bend Thine ear to us,
Be Thou near to us, out at sea!
Creak of cordage and shudder of sails;
Drifting drearily through the shrouds
There is a murmur of mournful wails,—
Dirges sung for the lost at sea,
Where the tempest is fierce and free:
Father, hear to us, bend Thine ear to us,
Be Thou near to us, out at sea!
