Let The Lower Lights Be Burning

Brightly beams are Father’s mercy,
From his lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping
Of the light along the shore.
Let the lower light be burning
Send a gleam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggleing 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 glean across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Let the lights be burning
Send a gleam across the wave
Some poor fainting sturggleing seaman
You may rescue, you may save. (You may save).