Hymns (1948), no. 301
Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy (Let the Lower Lights Be Burning)

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 light 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.