Jamie Woon - Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring strangerTraveling through this world aloneThere's no sickness, toil or dangerIn that bright land to which I goI'm going there to see my motherI'm going there no more to roamI am only going over JordanI am only going over homeI know dark clouds will gather around meI know my way is rough and steepBut beautiful fields lie just beyond meWhere souls redeem the vigils keepI'm going there to see my fatherI'm going there no more to roamI am only going over JordanI am only going over homeI want to wear a crown of gloryWhen I get home to that bright landAnd I want to shout down Satan's storyIn concert with that bloodwashed bandI'm going there to see my brothersI said they need me when I comeI am only going over JordanI am only going over home