[SandRat]

Let The Lower Lights Be Burning
Philip P. Bliss, 1871

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 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.

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.

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

[amom]

Perfect.

[MS.BEHAVIN]

*Sniff*
Beautiful...
Ms.B

[MEG33]

Amen

[luvie]

That is a beautiful hymn, Sandy. I know he will love reading it. Strong prayers continue.

[MarMema]

That is truly perfect and lovely.