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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,
Going to the better land.
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,
Guide us to the better land.
3 Tell us, 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 for ever,
In that bright and better land.
4 Pilgrims, may we travel with you
To that bright and 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
In that bright and better land.