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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 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.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost.
Phillip P. Bliss
MINISTRY OF CULTURE AND CHRISTIAN EDUCATION | THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD CHURCH | UNITED STATES COMMISSION OF CHORAL SOCIETIES
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