Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There's no sickness, toil, nor 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 Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep But 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 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 I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home