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!

2 Awake, awake! pursue thy way

With steady course, while yet ’tis day;

While thou art sleeping on the ground,

Danger and darkness gather round;

Haste, traveler, haste!

3 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!

4 Haste, while 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!

5 Then linger not in all the plain;

Flee for thy life—the mountain gain;

Look not behind, make no delay;

O, speed thee, speed thee on thy way!

Haste, traveler, haste!