1 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!
Some poor fainting struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
2 Dark the night of sin has settled,
Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore. [Chorus]
3 Trim your feeble lamp, my brother:
Some poor sailor tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost. [Chorus]
|First Line:||Brightly beams our Father's mercy|
|Title:||Let the Lower Lights Be Burning|
|Author:||Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876|
|Topic:||Challenge; Soul Winning|
|Refrain First Line:||Let the lower lights be burning!|
|Name:||[Brightly beams our Father's mercy]|
|Composer:||Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876|