Testo Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, 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 o'er me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just 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