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.

Refrain

I’m a tra­vel­er, call me not,
Upward I roam;
Heaven is my rest­ing place,
Yonder’s my home.

I’m a wea­ry tra­vel­er here,
I must go on;
For my jour­ney’s end is near,
I must be gone.
Brighter joys than earth can give,
Hie me away,
Pleasures that for­ev­er live,
I can not stay.

Refrain

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

Refrain

I’m a tra­vel­er, and I go
Where all is fair;
Farewell all I love be­low,
I must be there.
Worldly hon­ors, hopes and gain,
All I re­sign;
Welcome, sor­row, grief, and pain,
If Heav’n be mine.

Refrain

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.

Refrain