Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
I’m traveling through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, no toil, no 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 going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds gather ‘round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where souls redeemed shall ever sleep

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 want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
I want to shout down Satan’s story
In concert with the blood-washed band

I’m going there to see my father
He said he’d meet me when I come home
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I’m going there to see my father
He said he’d meet me when I come home
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
I’m only going over home