Wayfaring Stranger [Greek translation]

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Lord, traveling through this world of woes

And I find sickness toil and danger

Everywhere I go

Oh,Everywhere

I'm going there to see my brother

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m going there, it's just over Jordan

I'm going there to my new home

One of these mornings and it won’t be long

Oh,Men will rest and stand side by side

And hand in hand they’re bound for glory

Their foes will fall on freedom’s sand

I'm going there to see my brother

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m going there, it's just over Jordan

I'm going there to my new home

To my new home

To my new home