Scripture Verse

Night is coming, when no one can work. John 9:4


Fanny Crosby

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Pure Gold, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert Low­ry & W. How­ard Doane (New York: Big­low & Main, 1871), num­ber 91. This book sug­gests us­ing two so­lo­ists: One for the first four lines of each stan­za, an­oth­er so­lo­ist for the se­cond four lines, and the re­frain sung in un­i­son.

Music: Far­go Hu­bert P. Main (🔊 pdf nwc).

Hubert P. Main


Whither are you going,
Pilgrims of a day?
Tarry but a moment,
Rest you on your way;
No, we cannot linger here,
Day is waning fast;
We must reach the haven
Ere the light is past.


Onward, ever onward,
Tho’ by tempest driven;
O how sweet the promise,
We shall rest in Heav’n!

You will soon be weary,
Pilgrims of a day,
Trials are before you,
Dangers in your way;
Still by faith we’ll journey on,
Tho’ our path be drear;
If the Savior lead us,
What have we to fear?


Pilgrims, are you going
Where the angels’ song
O’er the fields of glory
Gently floats along?
Yes, we seek the better land,
Lovely, pure and fair,
Where no grief can enter—
Will you meet us there?


May we journey with you,
Pilgrims of a day?
Will you help us onward
In the heavenly way?
Come, we gladly bid you come,
Day is waning fast,
We must reach the haven,
Ere the light is past.