كلمات Wayfaring Stranger

(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