1 Where are they going—these swift, restless feet?
Where are they bearing the crowd that we meet?
Here, and now there they pass quickly along;
Which way will they carry the fast, changing throng?
2 Where are they going? On missions of love,
Spreading the tidings of Jesus above?
Bearing some one who will gladly repeat
Stories of mercy, so wondrously sweet?
3 Where are they going? Two paths lie before,
One or the other we all must pass o’er;
Broad one of death—that is crowded today—
Narrow, of life, but so few on the way.
4 Where are they going? O say, little one,
Over which way will thy tender feet run?
Life’s journey starting, with steps all ahead—
Where are they going? Which path will you tread?