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 - 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 - 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 - Trampling on the Saviour's blood. Passing onward - Trampling on the Saviour's blood. Passing onward, quickly passing, Time its course will quickly run; Still we hear the fond entreaty Of the ever-gracious One - "Come and welcome, 'Tis by Me that life is won." "Come and welcome, 'Tis by Me that life is won."