Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe But there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where God's redeem no more shall weep I'm going there to see my mother She says she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I'll soon be free from earthly trials My body sleep in the old churchyard I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter in my great reward I'm going, I'm going there to see my Saviour I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home Over home Over home I'm just a-going over home