Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

Trav’ler haste, the night comes on,
Many a shining hour is gone;
Storm is gathering in the west,
And you are so far from home.

Chorus:

Oh, come, trav’ler, haste away,
You must walk while it is day.
Oh, come, trav’ler, haste away,
You will find Christ in the way.

Far from home thy footsteps stray;
Christ is the life and Christ the way.
Christ the light, yon setting sun,
Ere the noon is scarce begun.

(Chorus)

Rising tempest sweeps the sky,
Rains descend, the winds are high,
Waters swell and death and fear
Sets thy path no refuge near.