Brightly beams are Father's mercy, From his lighthouse evermore, But to us He gives the keeping Of the light along the shore. Let the lower light be burning Send a gleam across the wave Some poor fainting struggleing 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 glean across the wave Some poor fainting struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. Let the lights be burning Send a gleam across the wave Some poor fainting sturggleing seaman You may rescue, you may save. (You may save).