Let the Lower Lights Be Burning [Russian translation]

Brightly beams our Father's mercy,

From His lighthouse evermore;

But to us He gives the keeping

Of the lights along the shore.

REFRAIN

Let the lower lights be burning!

Send a gleam 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.

Trim your feeble lamp my brother!

Some poor sailor, tempest tossed,

Trying now to make the harbor

In the darkness may be lost.

• Artist:Philip Paul Bliss