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|
|Topic:||Admonition; Soul Winning|
|Refrain First Line:||Let the lower lights be burning|