Scripture Verse

Strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Hebrews 11:13


Words: C. C. Car­pen­ter, in the Con­gre­ga­tion­al­ist, be­fore 1863.

Music: Ano­ny­mous, in The Sil­ver Chime, ed­it­ed by George F. Root (Bos­ton: Mas­sa­chu­setts: Hen­ry Tol­man, 1862), page 56 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know Car­pen­ter’s full name, or where to get a good pic­ture of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.