[words by Philip Bliss]
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 beam 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
(Let the lower lights be burning...