Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Lord a travelling through this world of woe

And I find sickness toil and danger

Lord everywhere everywhere I go

I'm going there to see my brother

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm going there, ah it's just over Jordan

I'm going there to my new home

One of these mornings and it won't be long

Woa, men will rise and stand side by side

And hand in hand they're bound for glory

Their foes will fall on freedom's side

I'm going there Lord to find my brother

I'm going there, no more to roam

Oh, I'm going there, it's just over Jordan

I'm going there no more to roam