Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father And all my loved ones who have gone on I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I know dark clouds will hover o'er me I know my path weighs rough and steep But beauteous fields lay out before me Where God redeems, there vigils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home