Wayfaring Stranger (A Cappella)

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While travelling through this world of war
There is no sickness, 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 am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me,
I know my way is rough and steep
Beauteous fields lie just before me
Where god redeemed visual's keep

I'm going there
to see my mother
she said she need me
when i come
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home