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 seamen

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 your feeble lamp, my brother

Some poor sailor tempest tossed

Trying now to make the harbor

In the darkness may be lost.