Let the Lower Lights Be Burning

(Phillip P. Bliss - Gene Clark)



Brightly beams our father's mercy

From a 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 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

Send a gleam across the wave

Some poor fainting struggling seaman

You may rescue, you may save.



Trim your feeble left my brother

Some poor sailor tempest cost

Trying hard to reach 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...