14. Let the Lower Lights Be Burning

1. 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.

2. Dark the night of sin has settled,

   Loud the angry billows roar;

   Eager eyes are watching, longing,

   For the lights along the shore.