Haste, tra­vel­er, haste! the night comes on,
And many a shin­ing hour is gone;
The storm is ga­ther­ing in the west,
And thou art from home and rest.

O far from home thy foot­steps stray;
Christ is the life, and Christ the way,
And Christ the light; thy set­ting sun
Sinks ere thy morn­ing is be­gun.

Awake, awake! pur­sue thy way
With stea­dy course, while yet ’tis day;
While thou art sleep­ing on the ground,
Danger and dark­ness ga­ther round.

The ris­ing tem­pest sweeps the sky;
The rains des­cend, the winds are high;
The wa­ters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, nor re­fuge near.

O yes! a shel­ter you may gain,
A co­vert from the wind and the rain,
A hid­ing-place a rest, a home,
A re­fuge from the wrath to come.

Then ling­er not in all the plain,
Flee for thy life, the mount­ain gain;
Look not be­hind, make no de­lay,
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way!

Poor, lost, be­night­ed soul! art thou
Wiling to find sal­va­tion now?
There yet is hope; hear mer­cy’s call:
Truth! Life! Light! Way! in Christ is all!