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<h2>LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;Keep your lamps burning.&#8221; Luke 12:35</h3></p>
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<p>On a dark, stormy, night, when the waves rolled like mountains, and not a star was to be seen, a boat, rocking and plunging, neared the Cleveland harbor. &#8220;Are you sure this is Cleveland?&#8221; asked the captain, seeing only one light from the light-house.<br>
&#8220;Quite sure, sir,&#8221; replied the pilot.<br>
&#8220;Where are the lower lights?&#8221;<br>
&#8220;Gone out, sir.&#8221;<br>
&#8220;Can you make the harbor?&#8221;<br>
&#8220;We <em>must</em>, or perish, sir!&#8221;<br>
And with a strong hand and a brave heart, the old pilot turned the wheel. But alas, in the darkness he missed the channel, and with a crash upon the rocks the boat was shivered, and many a life lost in a watery grave. Brethren, the Master will take care of the great light-house: <em>let us keep the lower lights burning!</em><br>
D. L. Moody.</p>
<p>Philip P. Bliss, <em>The Charm: A Collection of Sunday School Music</em> (Chicago, Illinois: Root &amp; Cady, 1871)</p>
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<p>Brightly beams our Father&#8217;s mercy from His lighthouse evermore,<br>
But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.<br>
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!<br>
For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.</p>
<p>Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar;<br>
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.<br>
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!<br>
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.</p>
<p>Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed,<br>
Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost.<br>
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!<br>
Trying now to make the harbor, some poor sailor may be lost.</p>
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