Let the Lower Lights Be BurningWords and music: Philip Paul Bliss, 1871 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!
For to us He gives the keeping
of the lights along the shore.
2 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.
3 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!
Trying now to make the harbor,
some poor sailor may be lost.
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