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 travellers in. |
