I'm a lonely traveler here,

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.

I'm a traveler to a landWhere 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.

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.