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