Wayfaring Stranger

Redeemed Quartet

Compositor: Public Domain

(Altered version, reinterpretation)

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go

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 know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden 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 Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home