Brightly beams my father's mercy, from that 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 fain--ting struggling Seaman you may rescue well May may you save. Spoken (Go ahead now, trim your feeble lamp My, my brother, there may be some Poor lost sailor out there, tempest Tossed, trying now this very moment, To make the harbour, in the darkness, Oh Lord, may be lost,) Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Some poor fain--ting struggling Seaman, you may rescue oh May you safe.