John and Sheila Ludgate - Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
And all my loved ones, who've gone on I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is hard and steep
Yet beauteous fields arise 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 just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I’m going there to see my loved ones Gone on before me one by one
I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home