Little tra­vel­ers Zi­on­ward
Each one en­ter­ing in­to rest,
In the king­dom of your Lord,
In the man­sions of the blest:
There, to wel­come, Je­sus waits,
Gives the crown His fol­low­ers win;
Lift your heads, ye gold­en gates,
Let the little tra­vel­ers in!

Who are they whose lit­tle feet,
Pacing life’s dark jour­ney through,
Now have reach­ed the hea­ven­ly seat
They had ev­er kept in view?
I from Green­land’s froz­en land,
I from In­dia’s sul­try plain,
I from Af­ri­ca’s bar­ren sand,
I from is­lands of the main.

All our earth­ly jour­ney past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
Here to­ge­ther met at last,
At the por­tal of the sky.
Each the wel­come Come! awaits,
Conquerors ov­er death and sin;
Lift your heads, ye gold­en gates,
Let the lit­tle tra­vel­ers in.