Rising high above the water, A lookout to the world,
When ships go by they see her light,
Shine brightly in a swirl.
When storms arise through the night,
This stand will firm remain,
As dawn breaks and the fog lie low,
And a steady hope regain.
A small bark in a large and salty grave,
A rescue when sailors sail,
This is a tall and stony sentinel,
That stands but to prevail.
When men and ship go out to sea,
They need a guiding light,
When man’s hope is failing him,
He needs a lighthouse in the night.
There is a Lighthouse for the world,
Not built upon the shoal,
There is a Light upon the Rock,
To the saving of the soul.
By David Gilpatric