1. Brightly beams our Father’s mercyFrom his lighthouse evermore,But to us he gives the keepingOf the lights along the shore.Let the lower lights be burning;Send a gleam across the wave.Some poor fainting, struggling seamanYou 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 seamanYou may rescue, you may save,you may save.
3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;Some poor sailor, tempest tossed,Trying now to make the harmor,In the darkness may be lost.Let the lower lights be burning;Send a gleam across the wave.Some poor fainting, struggling seamanYou may rescue, you may save,you may save, you may save,you may save.