Wayfaring Stranger

I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world
There's no sickness, no 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 going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise before me
Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my Mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home