(Phillip P. Bliss - Eugene Clark) 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 beam across the wave Some poor fainting struggling 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
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