HASTE, TRAVELER, HASTE!
By Bonar
HASTE, traveler, haste! the night comes on,
And many a shining hour is gone;
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest.
Haste, traveler, haste. Oh far from home thy footsteps stray;
Christ is the life, and Christ the way,
And Christ the light. Yon setting sun
Sinks ere the morn is scarce begun;
Haste, traveler, haste. The rising tempest sweeps the sky,
The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, no refuge near,
Haste, traveler, haste. Oh yes, a shelter you may gain,
A covert from the wind and rain—
A hiding-place, a rest, a home—
A refuge from the wrath to come,
Haste, traveler, haste. Then linger not in all the plain;
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain:
Look not behind, make no delay;
Oh speed thee, speed thee on thy way:
Haste, traveler, haste. Poor, lost, benighted soul, art thou
Willing to find salvation now?
There yet is hope, hear mercy's call—
Truth, life, light, way, in Christ is all.
Haste, traveler, haste.
[Bonar.