Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy



  1. 1. Brightly beams our Father’s mercy

    From his lighthouse evermore,

    But to us he gives the keeping

    Of the lights along the shore.

  2. [Chorus]

    Let the lower lights be burning;

    Send a gleam across the wave.

    Some poor fainting, struggling seaman

    You may rescue, you may save.

  3. 2. Dark the night of sin has settled;

    Loud the angry billows roar.

    Eager eyes are watching, longing,

    For the lights along the shore.

  4. 3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;

    Some poor sailor, tempest-tossed,

    Trying now to make the harbor,

    In the darkness may be lost.

Text and music: Philip Paul Bliss, 1838–1876