Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger 
Travelling through this world of woe 
Theres no sickness, toil, or 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 just a-going over Jordan 
I’m just a-going over home 

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me, 
I know my way is rough and steep 
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me 
Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep 

I’m going there to see my mother 
She said she’d meet me when I come 
I’m just a-going over Jordan 
I’m just a-going over home