Sabbath Psalm (Adapted from Philip P. Bliss’s hymn, ‘Let the Lower Lights be Burning’)
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, wayward sailor, you may rescue from the grave!
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 fainting, wayward sailor you may rescue from the grave!
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother! Some poor sailor tempest-tossed,
Trying now to reach the harbor, in the storm will soon be lost.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting, wayward sailor you may rescue from the grave!