114 acessos
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling thru this world below
There's no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
And all my loved ones who've gone old
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise before me
Where God's redeemed their virgils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
So I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home