Wayfaring Stranger

Verse 1

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger while journeying through this Land of woe But there's no sickness toil or danger In that bright world to which I go.

Chorus

I’m going there to see my Mother/Father, she said she'd/he said he'd meet me when I would come. I’m just a-going over Jordan I’m just a-going over home.

Verse 2

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me, I know my way lies rough and steep But Beauteous Fields lie out before me Where God's redeemed their vigils keep.