Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While traveling through this would of woe

Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only goin' over Jordan

I'm only goin' over home

I know dark clouds will head around me

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet beauteous fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm only goin' over Jordan

I'm only goin' over home