Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

There's no sickness, toil, nor danger

In that bright line to which I go

I'm going there to see my saviour

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going home

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

There's no sickness, toil, no danger

In that bright line to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going home

I know dark clouds, will have at me

I know my way is rough and steep

And the golden fields lie out before me

Where weary eyes will not weep

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going home

Cause I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone