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.