Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woe

Yet there's no sickness, no toil nor danger

In that bright land to which I go

And I'm going there to see my mother

And all my loved ones who've gone on

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me

I know my way is hard and steep

But glorious fields rise before me

Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going there to see my father

He said he'd meet me when I come

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home

I'm just going over home