Whither, Pilgrims, Are You Going?

Verse 1

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; We are going to His palace, Going to the better land.

Verse 2

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; He will guard and He will guide us, Guide us to the better land.

Verse 3

Tell me, 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 dwell with God forever, We shall dwell with God forever In that bright and better land; We shall dwell with God forever In that bright and better land.

Verse 4

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; Christ is waiting to receive us In that bright, that better land.