Let the Lower Lights Be Burning The Irish Rovers

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 *struggling, fainting 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

Let the lower lights be burning!
Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor *struggling, fainting 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

Let the lower lights be burning!
Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor *struggling, fainting seaman
You may rescue, you may save