Let the Lower Lights Be Burning (P.P. Bliss, the Broadman Hymnal, Nashville, Tenn. 1940) 1. Brightly beams our Father's mercy from his lighthouse evermore, But to us he gives the keeping of the lights along the shore. Chorus: Let the lower lights be burning, Send a beam across the wave, Some poor aching, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. 2. Dark the night of sin has fallen loud the angry billows roar, Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights along the shore. 3. Trim your feeble lamps, my brothers, some poor sailor's tempest tossed, Trying now to make the harbor in the darkness may be lost. from Sondra Stigen, heard Helen sing it, BP, Sweet Accord, etc. 1984. DC
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