Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright world 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 to Jordan I'm only going over home, yes, Lord I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed their vigil's keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm only going over to Jordan I'm only going over to home Oh, somebody show me the way home