Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor, Wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There is no sickness, no toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just going over Jordan I'm just 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 God's redeemed, their vigils keep I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam So, I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I'll soon be free from every trial This body rest in the old 'churchyard I'll drop this cross of self-denial And go singing home to God I'm goin' there to see my savior I'm going there no more to roam I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I'm just going