Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While traveling thru this world of woe

Yet there’s no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright world yo which I go

I’m going there to see my father

I’m going there no more to ram

I’m only going over jordan

I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 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 my mother

She said she’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over jordan

I’m only going over me