Wafted o'er a treacherous sea
Far from home, and far from thee;
Between the Heaven and ocean tossed,
“If I lose thee, I am lost.”

When the polar star is beaming
O'er the dark-browed billows gleaming,
I think of thee and dangers crossed,
For, “If I lose thee, I am lost.”

When the lighthouse fire is blazing,
High towards Heaven its red crest raising,
I think of thee, while onward tossed,
For, “If I lose thee, I am lost.”