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 		 LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING
Words & Music: Philip P. Bliss (1838-1876)
 
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!
For to us He gives the keeping
of the lights along the shore.

[or Some poor struggling, sinking sailor 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.