#387LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING

Hymn Display

Bright-ly beams our Fa-ther's mer-cy From his light-house ev-er-more, But to us he gives the keep-ing Of the lights a-long the shore.

Dark the night of sin has set-tled, Loud the an-gry bil-lows roar; Ea-ger eyes are watch-ing, long-ing, For the lights a-long the shore.

Trim your fee-ble lamp, my broth-er; Some poor sail-or, tem-pest-tossed, Try-ing now to make the har-bor, In the dark-ness may be lost.

Let the low-er lights be burn-ing! Send a gleam a-cross the wave! Some poor faint-ing, strug-gling sea-man You may res-cue, you may save.