Wayfaring Stranger
Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While travelin' through this world of woe.
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger,
In that bright world to which I go.

Chorus:
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 round me,
I know my way is rough and steep.
Yet beauteous fields they rise before me,
When God redeems their vigil's keep.

Chorus:
I'm going there to see my mother,
She said she'll meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home