Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering o'er this world of woe But there's no sickness, no toil no danger That bright land to which I go I'm going home to see my father I'm going home, no more to roam I'm only 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 beauteous fields lie just before me Where men redeemed their vigil's keep I'm going home to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a going over Jordan I'm just a going over home I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering o'er this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home to see my Saviour I'm going home, no more to roam I'm just a going over Jordan I'm just a going over home I'm just a going over home