Little travelers heavenward,
We are journeying into rest,
In the kingdom of our Lord,
In the mansions of the blest.
There to greet us Jesus waits-
Gives the crowns His followers win:
Open wide, ye golden gates,
Let the little travelers in!

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

All their earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,
There in joy they meet at last
In the home of God on high.
Each for us with Jesus waits,
Conquerors over death and sin:
Open wide ye golden gates,
Let the little travelers in!