I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger (From 1917 (A Cappella))

I am a poor wayfaring stranger I'm travellin' through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep I'm going home to see my mother And all my loved ones who've gone on I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I am a poor wayfarin' stranger I'm travellin' through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home