Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

There is no sickness, toil nor danger

In that fair land to which I go

I'm goin' home to see my mother

I'm goin' home no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home

I know dark clouds will hover o'er me

I know my pathway is rough and steep

But golden fields lie out before me

Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm goin' home to see my father

I'm goin' home no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home

I'll soon be free from every trial

This form shall rest beneath the sod

I'll drop the cross of self denial

And enter in that home with God

I'm goin' home to see my savior

I'm goin' home no more to roam

I am just goin' over Jordan

I am just goin' over home