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 You feeble lamp, my brother:
Some poor sailor, tempest tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost.