Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While traveling thru this world of woe

Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me

I know my way is rough and steep

But golden fields lie out before me

Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep

I'm going home to meet my mother

She said she'll meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

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’m going there to see my Saviour,

Who shed for me His precious blood;

I’m only going over Jordan,

I’m only going over home