Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A wandering through this world of woe
And theres no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world for which I go

Im going home to see my father
Im going there no more to roam
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know the way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where men redeem their vigils keep

Im going home to see my mother
Im going there no more to roam
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home