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Let the Lower Lights Be Burning
Words and Music by Phillip P. Bliss

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

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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.

            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.


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