Passing onward, quickly passing;
Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Is it to the many mansions,
Where eternal rest is found?
Passing onward—
Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Naught the wheels of time can stay!
Sweet the thought that some are going
To the realms of perfect day,
Passing onward!
Christ their Leader, Christ their Way.
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Many on the downward road;
Careless of their souls immortal,
Heeding not the call of God,
Passing onward!
Slighting still the Saviour’s blood.
Passing onward, quickly passing,
Time its course will quickly run;
Sinner, hear the fond entreaty
Of the ever-gracious One—
”Come and welcome!
‘Tis by Me that life is won.”