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