Letra de Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-trav'ling through this land of woe. And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go. I'm going home to see my father (mother, sister, brother etc.) I'm going there no more to roam; I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home. I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is steep and rough; But beauteous fields lie just beyond me Where souls redeemed their vigil keep. I'm going there to meet my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home. I want to wear a crown of glory When I get home to that bright land I want to shout Satan's story In concert with that bloodwashed band. I'm going there to meet my Saviour To sing His praises forevermore I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home.