Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Lord a travelling through this world of woe
And I find sickness toil and danger
Lord everywhere everywhere I go
Im going there to see my brother
Im going there no more to roam
Im going there, ah its just over Jordan
Im going there to my new home
One of these mornings and it wont be long
Woa, men will rise and stand side by side
And hand in hand theyre bound for glory
Their foes will fall on freedoms side
Im going there Lord to find my brother
Im going there, no more to roam
Oh, Im going there, its just over Jordan
Im going there no more to roam