Words & Music: Philip P Bliss, 1871
From: Guitar Picker - www.gospelmusic.org.uk
LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING

(C) Brightly beams our Father's mercy
From His (D7) lighthouse ever(G7)more,
But to (C) us He gives the (F) keeping 
Of the (C) lights a(G7)long the (C) shore.
Let the (F) lower lights be bur(C)ning! 
Send a (D7) gleam across the (G7) wave!
Some poor (C) fainting, struggling (F) seaman
You can (C) rescue, (G7) You can (C) save.

Dark the night of sin has settled, 
Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing, 
For the lights, along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning! 
Send a gleam across the wave!
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.
Let the lower lights be burning! 
Send a gleam across the wave!
Trying now to make the harbor, 
Some poor sailor may be lost.