Wayfarin' Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfarin’ stranger,

A trav’lin’ through this world of woe,

But there’s no sickness, toil, or danger,

In that bright world to which I go.

I’m goin’ there to see my father,

I’m goin’ there no more to roam,

I’m just a-goin’ over Jordan,

I’m just a-goin’ over home.

I know dark clouds are gathrin’ o’er me,

I know my way is rough and steep.

Yet beauteous fields lie just before me,

And lilies grow where angels sleep.

I’m goin’ there to see my mother,

I’m goin’ there no more to roam,

I’m just a-goin’ over Jordan,

I’m just a-goin’ over home.