Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 While journeying through this world of woe
 Yet 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 going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 I know dark clouds will gather over me
 I know my way my way is rough and steep
 Yet beautiful fields lie just before me
 And God's redeemed their vigils keep
 I'm going there to see my father
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 I'm going there oh to see my mother
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only 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 the blood-washed band
 I'm going there to see my Savior
 Oh I'm going there no more to roam
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 Well I'm only going over home
 Yeah only going over home
 I'm only going over home