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.
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 harbour, in the darkness may
be lost.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across
the wave!
Trying now to make the harbour, some poor sailor
may be lost.