Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home |