Brightly beams our Father's mercy
From His lightouse evermore
But to us he gives the keeping
Of the lights along the short.

chorus:
Let the lower lights be burning!
Sned a gleam across the wave;
Some poor fainting struggle 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.

(chorus)

Trim your feeble lamp, my borther
Some poor sailor, tempest tossed
Trying now to make the harbor
In the darkness may be lost.

(chorus)