Favorite Hymns

Let the Lower Lights be Burning

Words and Music by Philip P. Bliss

Luke 12:35
"Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning;"

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 gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting, struggling 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.

Chorus
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.

Chorus
Let the lower lights be burning!
Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman,
You may rescue, you may save.