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! Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. Dark the night of sine has settled, Loud the angry bellows roar; Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights, along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. Trem 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.