224. Let The Lower Lights Be Burning.

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy,
From His light-house ever more,
But to us He gives the keeping,
Of the lights along the shore.

* Chorus
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 sin has settled,
Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor sailor tempest-tost;
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost.