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.

Chorus:
Let the lower lights be burning!
Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor struggling, fainting 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.

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed,
trying now to make the harbour,
in the darkness may be lost.