First Line: Brightly beams our Father's mercy,

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 1
Send a gleam across the wave !
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.

2 Dark the night of sin has settled ;
Loud the angry billows roar ;
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.

3 Trim your feeble lamp, my brother :
Some poor seaman, tempest-tost,
Trying now to make the harbour,
In the darkness may be lost.