Little Travelers Zionward

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.