Wayfaring Stranger (traditional) I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There ain't no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm goin' there to see my father Said he'd meet me when I come I'm just goin' over jordan I'm just goin' over home. I know dark clouds gonna gather around me I know my way be rough and steep These beautiful fields lie just before me Where god's redeemed their vigils keep I'm goin' there to see my loved ones Gone before me one by one I'll soon be free these earthly trials This body resting in your church yard I'll drop this cross of self-denial And I’ll go singing home to god I'm goin' there to see my savior To dwell with him no more to roam