Wayfaring Stranger Lyrics

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-wandring 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 go-ing over Jordan
I'm only go-ing over home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me
Where 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 go-ing over Jordan
I'm only go-ing over home.