Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through this world of woe

Yet, there's no sickness, no toil or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm goin' there to see my father, I'm goin' there no more to roam

I'm only goin' over to Jordan, I'm only goin' over home, yes, Lord

I know dark clouds will gather around me

I know my way is tough and steep

Yet, beauteous fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep

I'm goin' 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, goin' home now

Oh, somebody show me the way home