Brightly beams our Father's mercy,
From His lighthouse evermore;
But to us He gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore.
REFRAIN
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 tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor
In the darkness may be lost.