Wayfaring Stranger-Mandy Brooks

Wayfaring Stranger I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness toil nor 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 over me I know my way my way is rough and steep Yet beautiful fields lie just before me And 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 oh to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I want to wear that crown of glory When I get home to that good land Well I want to shout salvation's story In concert with the blood-washed band