Текст песни Wayfaring Stranger - Enfield

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Rescued from the depths of hell
My chains fell off with pure surrender
And now I live by grace to tell

I'm goin' there to see my Father
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I'm just a goin' over Jordan
I'm just a goin' over home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Once blinded by my guilt and pride
But now I go to meet my Maker
And He'll turn my faith to sight

I'm goin' there to see my Father
I'm goin' there no more to roam
I'm just a goin' over Jordan
I'm just a goin' over home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Brought here before the men of earth
They have promised me certain danger
To pronounce my Father's work
To pronounce my Father's work
To pronounce my Father's work