Whither, Pilgrims, Are You Going?

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

We are go­ing to His pal­ace

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 an­gels round us stand.

Christ

our lead­er

walks be­side us;

He will guard

and He will guide us;

He will guard

and He will guide us

Guide us to the bet­ter land.

Tell me

pil­grims

what you hope for

In that far off

bet­ter land.

Spotless robes and crowns of glo­ry

From a Sav­ior’s lov­ing hand.

We shall drink of life’s clear riv­er

We shall dwell with God for­ev­er

We shall dwell with God for­ev­er

In that bright and bet­ter land.

Pilgrims

may we tra­vel with you

To that bright

that bet­ter land?

Come and wel­come

come and wel­come

Welcome to our pil­grim band.

Come

O come

and do not leave us

Christ is wait­ing to re­ceive us

Christ is wait­ing to re­ceive us

In that bright

that bet­ter land.