"Lower Lights" - Philip P.Bliss, 1838 - 1876 - The Methodist Hymnal, 1932,'35, '39

"Lower Lights"

"1.   Brightly beams our Fathers's mercy  From the light-house 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.


2.     Dark the night of sin has settled, Loud the angry billow roar:

      Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights along the shore.


      Refrain


3.  Trim your feeble lamp, my brother!  Some poor seaman, tempest tossed,

      Trying now to make the harbor, In the darkness may be lost.


      Refrain"



Post Script:

My Grandfather - Chester Bell was a Chief Engineer on the Great Lakes
When I asked Grandpa his secret of always bringing everyone back alive----He said,
"You have to respect your Captain and your Captain has to respect you.
And you both have to respect the weather."  He and Grandma Bessie Bell had 3 Children.
Son John fought in WWII.


My Grandfather Charlie Stubbs was a cook on the Great Lakes.  He and Grandma
Marion Stubbs had nine children.  Sons:  Chuck, Art, Herb,  Warrren, and Frank fought
in WWII.