Wayfaring Stranger
  (2:57) (7/25/99)
  (Traditional)
  MP3

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
A-travelling through this world of woe,
But there’s no sickness, nor toil or danger
In that fair world to which I go.

I’m going there to see my Father,
I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m just a-going over Jordan,
I’m just a-going over home.

I know dark clouds do gather ‘round me;
I know my way is rough and steep;
But golden fields lay just before me
Where God’s redeemed no more shall weep.

I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come;
I’m just a-going over Jordan,
I’m just a-going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land;
I want to sing salvation’s story
In concert with that blood-washed band.

I’m going there to see my brothers,
We’ll sing His praise where skies don't gloam;
I’m just a-going over Jordan,
I’m just a-going on to home.