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.