Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

There's no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother

I'm going there no more to roam

I am only going over Jordan

I am only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me

I know my way is rough and steep

But beautiful fields lie just beyond me

Where souls redeem the vigils keep

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I am only going over Jordan

I am only going over home

I want to wear a crown of glory

When I get home to that bright land

And I want to shout down Satan's story

In concert with that bloodwashed band

I'm going there to see my brothers

I said they need me when I come

I am only going over Jordan

I am only going over home