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.
Chorus
Let the Lower Lights Be Burning!
Send a Gleam Across the Wave!
Some Poor Fainting, Struggling Seaman
You May Rescue, You May Save.