Wayfaring Stranger

I'm a poor wayfaring stranger



While traveling through this world of woe



Yet there's 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 only going over to Jordan



I'm only going over home



I know dark clouds will hang 'round me,



I know my way is rough and steep



Yet beauteous fields lie just 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 only going over Jordan



I'm only going over home



Traditional Hymn