The Silver Chime ‎#45

45. Whither Go Ye, Pilgrim Strangers?

1 Whither go ye, pilgrim strangers,
Passing thro' this darksome vale?
Know ye not 'tis full of dangers,
And will not your courage fail?

Chorus:
Pilgrims thou dost justly call us,
Wand'ring o'er this world so wide,
Yet no harm can e'er befall us,
While we're blessed with such a guide.

2 Such a guide--no guide attends you,
Hence my fears must still arise;
If a guardian power befriend you,
'Tis unseen by mortal eyes.

Chorus:
Yes, unseen, but still believe us,
Such a guide doth still attend,
He'll from every strait relieve us,
He from every harm defend.

3 Pilgrims, see that stream before you,
Darkly winding thro' the vale,--
Should its deadly waves roll o'er you,
Would not then your courage fail?

Chorus:
No, that stream has nothing frightful
To its brink our steps we'll bend,
Thence to pass 'twill be delightful,
Then our pilgrimage will end.

Text Information

• First Line: Whither go ye, pilgrim strangers?
• Title: Whither Go Ye, Pilgrim Strangers?
• Publication Date: 1862
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: [Whither go ye, pilgrim strangers]
• Key: F Major or modal
• Notes: Public Domain.