Whither, pilgrims, are you going?
Going each with staff in
hand?
We are going on a journey,
Going at our King”¦s
command;
Over hills and plains and valleys,
Over hills and
plains and valleys,
We are going to His palace,
Going
to the better land.
We are going to His palace,
Going
to the better land.
Fear ye not the way so lonely,
You a little, feeble band?
No; for friends unseen are near us,
Holy angles round us
stand.
Christ, our Leader, walks beside us;
Christ, our
Leader, walks beside us;
He will guard, and He will guide us,
Guide us to the better land.
He will guard, and He will guide
us,
Guide us to the better land.
Tell us, pilgrims, what you hope for
In that far-off
better land?
Spotless robes and crowns of glory,
From a
Saviour”¦s loving hand.
We shall drink of life”¦s clear river,
We shall drink of life”¦s clear river,
We shall dwell with God
for ever,
In that bright and better land.
We shall dwell
with God for ever,
In that bright and better land.
Pilgrims, may we travel with you
To that bright and better
land?
Come and welcome, come and welcome,
Welcome to our
pilgrim band.
Come. O come, and do not leave us;
Come. O
come, and do not leave us;
Christ is waiting to receive us
In that bright and better land.
Christ is waiting to receive
us
In that bright and better land.
