1 I'm a lonely traveler here,
Weary, oppressed;
But my journey's end is near,
Soon I shall rest.
Dark and dreary is the way,
Toiling I've come;
Ask me not with you to stay,
Yonder's my home.

2 I'm a traveler to a land
Where all is fair;
Where is seen no broken band
All, all are there;
Where no tear shall ever fall,
Nor heart be sad;
Where the glory is for all,
And all are glad.

3 I'm a traveler call me not
Upward's my way;
Yonder is my rest and lot,
I cannot stay.
Farewell, earthly pleasures all,
Pilgrim I'll roam;
Hail me not in vain you call
Yonder's my home.