Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woes
There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan
I'm just a-goin' 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 gods redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan
I'm just a-goin' over home

I'll soon be free from earthly trials
This body rests in the old churchyard
I'll drop this cross of self-denial
And go singing home to God

I'm going there to see my savior
I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan
I'm just a-goin' over home

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan
I'm just a-goin over home

I'm just a-goin'...