Let the Lower Lights Be Burning

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
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
Trim your feeble lamp, my sister
Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed
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
Some poor, fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save