I'm just a poor Wayfaring stranger Travelling through
This world below There is no sickness No toil, nor danger In that bright land To which I go
* I'm going there To see my father And all my loved ones Who've gone on
I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds Will gather round me I know my way
Is hard and steep But beauteous fields Arise before me Where God's redeemed Their vigils keep
