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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Keep your lamps burning.” Luke 12:35</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_l_bliss_pp.jpg" alt="Philip Paul Bliss (1838-1876)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="115.333333333333" height="174.666666666667"><em>Words & Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_l_bliss_pp.html" target="_blank">Philip Paul Bliss</a>, 1871 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_lowerlit.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></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. “Are you sure this is Cleveland?” asked the captain, seeing only one light from the light-house.<br>
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“Quite sure, sir,” replied the pilot.<br>
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“Where are the lower lights?”<br>
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“Gone out, sir.”<br>
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“Can you make the harbor?”<br>
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“We <em>must</em>, or perish, sir!”<br>
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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>
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D. L. Moody.</p>
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<p>Philip P. Bliss, <em>The Charm: A Collection of Sunday School Music</em> (Chicago, Illinois: Root & Cady, 1871)</p>
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<p>Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from His lighthouse evermore,<br>
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But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.<br>
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Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!<br>
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For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.</p>
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<p>Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar;<br>
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Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.<br>
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Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!<br>
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Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.</p>
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<p>Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed,<br>
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Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost.<br>
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Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!<br>
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Trying now to make the harbor, some poor sailor may be lost.</p>
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