Songs

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy

		
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			8.7.8.7.D.

1	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 sea man 
		You may rescue, you may save! 

2	Dark the night of sin has settled, 
	Loud the angry billows roar; 
	Eager eyes are watching, longing, 
	for the lights, along the shore. 

3	Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, 
	Some poor sailor, tempest tossed, 
	Trying now to make the harbor, 
	in the darkness may be lost. 

					P.P. Bliss