Wayfaring Stranger

Lyrics
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toll, or danger In that bright world to which I go I'm going to see my father I'm going there no more to room 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 Yet beauteous fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep I'm going to see my mother I'm going there no more to room I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home