Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
 A-traveling through this world of woe
 But there's no sickness, toil or 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 just a-going over Jordan
 I'm just a-going over home
 I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
 I know my way is rough and steep
 Yet golden fields lie just before me
 Where those redeemed their vigils keep
 I'm going there to see my mother
 She said she'd meet me when I'd come
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
 A-traveling through this world of woe
 Yet there's no sickness, toil or 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 just a-going over Jordan
 I'm just a-going over homes