Verse 1
Behold, who are these little ones
Who've finished soon their pilgrimage
And have arrived in glory land
The place they have been longing for?

Verse 2
`I am from Greenland's snowy hills,`
`I am from the land of India,`
`Am from the land of Africa,`
And `I am from those far off isles.`

Verse 3
Our pilgrimage are over now
Weeping and suffering are all past
We all meet together at last
At the bright pearly gates of heav'n.

Verse 4
We hope to hear the Lord say, `Come
Ye victor over sin and death
Lift up your heads, then, O ye gates
And let the children pilgrims in.`