A soulful arrangement of this great spiritual/folk song.

Im just a poor wayfaring stranger,
A travlin through this world of woe;
But theres no sickness toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.
Im goin there to see my father,
Im goin there no more to roam;
Im just a goin over Jordan,
Im just a goin over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beautious fields lie just before me,
Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep.
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout salvations story,
In concert with that bloodwashed band.

Im goin there to see my Savior,
Im goin there to sing his praise;
Im just a goin over Jordan,
Im just a goin over home.