Original lyrics

EN

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright world to which I go I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Rescued from the depths of hell My chains fell off with pure surrender And now I live by grace to tell I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Once blinded by my guilt and pride But now I go to meet my Maker And He'll turn my faith to sight I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Brought here before men of earth They have promised me certain danger To pronounce my Father's work To pronounce my Father's work To pronounce my Father's work