Let the Lower Lights Be Burning

Right within

the 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;

loudly angry

billows roll.

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 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.

Some poor fainting,

struggling seaman

you

may

rescue,

you may save.