Luyện nghe bài hát Wayfaring Stranger

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

I know clouds will gather over me
I know my is rough and steep
But golden fields here lie out me
Where weary eyes no more shall

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

I'll soon be free every trial
And this form will rest the sod
I'll the cross of self-denial
And enter in my with God

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

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