We Are Little Pilgrims

We are lit­tle pil­grims

We are strang­ers here;

Though this world is plea­sant

Sin is ev­er near.

We’ve a bet­ter coun­try

Where there is no sin;

Where the sound of sor­row

Never com­eth in.

There are joy and sing­ing

There

white rai­ment clean;

There the bless­èd Sav­ior

Ever may be seen.

There the Lord will wel­come

With ex­tend­ed hand

All His lit­tle pil­grims

To that hap­py land.

So shall we be rea­dy

When this life is o’er

To en­joy the glo­ries

Of that heav’n­ly shore.