Wayfaring Stranger sing and play along

I am a poor wayfaring stranger while trav'ling through this world of woe,

yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger in that bright world 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 'round me,

I know my way is rough and steep,

but golden fields lie out before me where God's redeemed shall ever sleep.

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.

I know dark home.