Wayfaring Stranger (in Am)

in Am

I'm just a Ampoor wayfaring stranger,
A traveling Dmthrugh this world of Amwoe,
But there's no Amsickness, no toil, nor danger,
In that fair Dmland to Cwhich I Amgo.

I know dark Amclouds will gather o're me,
I know my Dmway is rough and Amsteep,
But golden Amfields lie just be-yond me,
Where souls re-Dmdeemed their Cvigil Amkeep.
Where weary Dmeyes no Cmore will Amweep.

I'll soon be free from every trial,
This form will rest beneath the sod;
I'll drop the cross of self-denial,
And enter in my home with God.

I want to sing salvations story,
In concert with the blood-washed band,
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land.