| Song | Let The Lower Lights Be Burning |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 2 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Let The Lower Lights Be Burning |
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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 Struggling, Fainting Seaman
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 Harbour,
In The Darkness May Be Lost.
