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Let The Lower Lights Be Burning

by P.P Bliss

Verse 1
Brightly Beams Our Father's Mercy,
From His Lighthouse Evermore.
But to Us He Gives the Keeping
Of the Lights a-long the Shore.
Verse 2
Dark the Night of Sin Has Settled,
Loud the Angry Billows Roar;
Eager Eyes Are Watching, Longing,
For the Lights a-long the Shore.
Verse 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!
Some Poor Fainting, Struggling Seaman
You May Rescue, You May Save.