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
- 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 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