Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While journeying through this world of woe;

And there's no sickness, toil nor 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 only go-going over Jordan,

I'm only go-going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather íƒ¢??round me,

I know my way is rough and steep;

And beautiful fields lie just before me,

Where God's redeemed there vigils keep.

I'm going there to see my Father,

I'm going there no more to roam;

I'm only go-going over Jordan,

I'm only go-going over home.

I'm going there to see my mother,

I'm going there no more to roam;

I'm only go-going over Jordan,

I'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 salvation's story,

In concert with oh the blood-washed band,

I'm going there to see my Saviour,

I'm going there no more to roam;

I'm only go-going over Jordan,

I'm only go-going over home.