Rightly be our Father's mercy, from His light us evermore,
and to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.
Let your lower lights be burning, send a gleam across the way.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman you may rescue, you may save.
Dark the night, all sin has settled, loudly angry billows roar,
eager eyes are watching, longing for the lights along the shore.
Let your lower lights be burning, send a gleam across the way.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman you may rescue, you may save.
Trim your feeble lap, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed,
trying now to make the harbour in the darkness may be lost.
Let your lower lights be burning, send a gleam across the way.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman you may rescue, you may save.
Throw out the lifeline, throw out the lifeline, someone is drifting away.
Throw out the lifeline, throw out the lifeline, someone is drifting away.
Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore, heed not the rolling wave but bend to the oar.
Safe in lifeboat, sailor, cling to self no more, leave that poor old stranded lake and pull for the shore.
Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand, sea o'er the foaming billows, fair haven's land.
Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o'er, safe within the lifeboat, sailor, pull for the shore.
Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore, heed not the rolling wave but bend to the oar.
Safe in lifeboat, sailor, cling to self no more, leave that poor old stranded lake and pull for the shore.