The way to Heav­en is nar­row,
And its bless­èd en­trance strait;
But how safe the lit­tle pil­grims
Who get with­in the gate!

The sun­beams of the morn­ing
Make the nar­row path so fair;
And these ear­ly lit­tle pil­grims
Find dewy bless­ings there.

They pass o’er rugg­ed mount­ains,
But they climb them with a song;
For these ear­ly lit­tle pil­grims
Have san­dals new and strong.

They do not great­ly trem­ble
When the sha­dows night fore­tell;
For these ear­ly lit­tle pil­grims
Have tried the path so well.

They know it leads to Heav­en,
With its bright and op­en gates,
Where for hap­py lit­tle pil­grims
A Sav­ior’s wel­come waits.