1. Brightly beams our Father’s mercy From his lighthouse evermore, But to us he gives the keeping Of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave; Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue; you may save.
2. Dark the night of sin has settled; Loud the angry billows roar. Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave; Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue; you may save.
3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother; Some poor sailor, tempest tost, Trying now to make the harbor, In the darkness may be lost.
Let the lower lights be burning; Send a gleam across the wave; Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue; you may save.