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

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