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.