Dear lit­tle pil­grim, press­ing on
To Ca­naan’s hap­py land—
O, can you hear your Sav­ior’s voice,
And follow His com­mand?
Yes, I will go where Je­sus went,
Not fear­ing Jor­dan’s wave;
The Well Be­loved the Fa­ther sent
I know is strong to save.

My Sav­ior calls me to His side—
Lord, I will follow Thee!
I know Thine an­gels still abide
With lit­tle ones like me.
With joy I’ll go where He shall lead,
My guide He’ll sure­ly be,
Who gave me life and friends and home,
And gave Him­self to me.

I walk the path His foot­steps trod,
I gaze on hill and vale
His pre­sence blessed, I view the sea
Where Je­sus calmed the gale.
I shall be safe, kept by His pow­er
Who rules the ang­ry wave;
Though sor­rows press and dan­gers lower,
He ev­er lives to save!

And now, by faith, in Jor­dan’s flood
Obeying His com­mand,
Saved by the wa­ter and the blood,
His child, re­deemed, I stand!
He car­eth for His lit­tle ones,
He bids them, Come to Me.
Of such as these, shall, in that day
My heav’n­ly king­dom be!