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!

For to us He gives the keep­ing

Of the lights along the shore.

[or Some poor strugg­ling

sink­ing sail­or

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!

Eager eyes are watch­ing

long­ing

For the lights along the shore.

Trim your fee­ble lamp

my bro­ther

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!

Trying now to make the har­bor

Some poor sail­or may be lost.