Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor stranger
While through this world below
is no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright to which I go

I know dark clouds will over me
I my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where eyes no more shall weep

I'm going to see my Father
I'm there no more to roam
I am just over Jordan
I am just going over

I'll soon be from every trial
And this form will rest the sod
I'll drop the of self-denial
And enter in my home God

I'm going there to see my
Who shed for me His precious
I am just over Jordan
I am just going over

I'm going there to see my
I'm there no more to roam
I am going over Jordan
I am just over home
I am going over home