Brightly beams our Father's mercy,
From His lighthouse ever more,
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 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.
"Let the Lower Lights Be Burning" P.P.Bliss
The New Church Hymnal NO.223
Arranged by KS 05/05/06
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle,
and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
ST.MATTHEW 5:14-16