Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There's no sickness, toil or danger In that land to which I go I'm going home I'm going home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going home I know a cloud will hover around me I know my pathway is rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where my eyes no more will weep I'm going home I'm going home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going home I'm going home I'm going home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going home