I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness  no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my brothers
I'm going there  no more to roam
I'm going there just over Jordan
I'm going there to my new home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness  no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my brother
I'm going there  no more to roam
I'm going there just over Jordan
I'm going there to my new home
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there  no more to roam
I'm going there just over Jordan
I'm going there to my new home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger