Lyrics Wayfaring Stranger - Hans Theessink

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, no 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've gone on
'M just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields will lie before me
Where souls redeemed their vigil keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
So I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I'm going there to see my mother.

I'm just going over Jordan