Haste, Traveller, 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!