Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there to see my Father,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there no more to roam;
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather â"š¬í‹Å“round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where Godâ"š¬â"ž¢s redeemed there vigils keep.
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there to see my Father,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there no more to roam;
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over home.
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there to see my mother,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there no more to roam;
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over home.
I want to wear that crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout salvationâ"š¬â"ž¢s story,
In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there to see my Saviour,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m going there no more to roam;
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over Jordan,
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over home.
Well Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m only go-going over home.
Yeah only go-going over home.