We are a little pilgrim band,
To Jesus we have come;
We're passing through a desert land, —
We're on our journey home;
Upon the strait and narrow way,
In simple trust we go,
Our faithful guide will take our hand
And lead us safely through.
We are a youthful pilgrim band,
And rough the way appears,
While we're beset on ev'ry hand
With sin and doubts and fears;
Tho' subtle foes may oft assail
To turn our feet astray,
Our faithful guide will never fail
To keep us day by day
We are an aged pilgrim band,
Our locks are turning gray;
For many years that faithful hand
Hath led us in the way;
We're almost to our journey's end,
We've sighted Canaan's shore,
And soon he 'll bid the boatman come
To bear us safely o'er

Passing away, ... passing away,
Here we've no abiding city where to stay,
Passing away, passing away, passing away,
Passing away, ... passing away,
Passing away, passing away
To our home beyond the tide we're passing away passing away.