Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woe

There is 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 o'er me

I know my way is rough and steep

But 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 going over Jordan

I'm only going over home