Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 While journeying through this world of woe;
 And there's no sickness, toil nor danger
 In that bright land to which I go.
 I'm going there to see my Father,
 I'm going there no more to roam;
 I'm only go-going over Jordan,
 I'm only go-going over home.
 I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me,
 I know my way is rough and steep;
 And beautiful fields lie just before me,
 Where God's redeemed there vigils keep.
 I'm going there to see my Father,
 I'm going there no more to roam;
 I'm only go-going over Jordan,
 I'm only go-going over home.
 I'm going there to see my mother,
 I'm going there no more to roam;
 I'm only go-going over Jordan,
 I'm only go-going over home.
 I want to wear that crown of glory,
 When I get home to that good land;
 Well I want to shout salvation's story,
 In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,
 I'm going there to see my Saviour,
 I'm going there no more to roam;
 I'm only go-going over Jordan,
 I'm only go-going over home.
 Well I'm only go-going over home.
 Yeah only go-going over home.