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 and angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.
3 Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor seaman, tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the harbour,
In the darkness may be lost.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #478
|First Line:||Brightly beams our Father's mercy|
|Title:||Let the Lower Lights Be Burning|
|Author:||P. P. Bliss (1871)|
|Refrain First Line:||Let the lower lights be burning|