Many Precious Souls Are Groping

Many precious souls are groping
In the darkness and the night,
Waiting for the dawn of morning,
Yearning for the light.

Hold your light still higher, brother,
Keep it burning clear and bright;
You may rescue some poor lost one
Struggling, struggling toward the light.

God, who called you into service,
Would constrain you by His love,
To assist your erring brothers
To the port above. [Refrain]

Like a faithful light-house watcher,
Keeping every beacon bright,
Let your lamp shine out, my brother,
On the gloomy night. [Refrain]

Do not let the thousands perish
Underneath the angry wave,
But reach out the hand of rescue,
And the lost ones save. [Refrain]