I’m a poor wayfaring stranger
Lost down here below
There’s no sickness, no danger
In that bright land above
I'm going there to see my daughter
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going back home
I'm going there to see my daughter
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going back
I’ve seen the shadow gather ‘round me
Through the path that’s rough and steep
In golden fields she’ll say she found me
My weary eyes no more shall weep
