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 1 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.
3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother : Some poor seaman, tempest-tost, Trying now to make the harbour, In the darkness may be lost.