Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger, while traveling through this world of woe; but there's no greed, toil, nor danger in this bright land to which I go.

I know dark clouds gather around me, I know my way is rough and steep; but beautiful fields lie just before me where God's redeemed their vigils keep.

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 back home.

I want to wear that crown of glory when I get home to that good land, I want to shout salvation's story in concert with Oh the bloodwashed band.

I'm going there to see my father, I'm going there no more to roam, I'm only going over Jordan.