Lyrics

Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe.
Yet there’s no sin, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to see my mother.
I’m going there no more to roam.
I’m only going over Jordan.
I’m only going over home.
I know damn well what fate awaits me.
I know my way is rough and steep.
But beauteous fields arise before me
where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to meet my father.
He said he’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan.
I’m only going over home.