Brightly beams are Father's mercy,
From his lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping
Of the light along the shore.
Let the lower light be burning
Send a gleam across the wave
Some poor fainting struggleing 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 glean across the wave
Some poor fainting struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.
Let the lights be burning
Send a gleam across the wave
Some poor fainting sturggleing seaman
You may rescue, you may save. (You may save).

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