Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
while traveling through this world of below
there is no sickness, toil, nor danger
through that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to meet my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather o're me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
but golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'll soon free from every trial
this form will rest beneath the sod
and I'll drop the cross of self denial
and enter in my home with God

I'm going there to see my savior
who shed for me his precious blood
I'm going over Jordan I'm just going over home
I'm going over Jordan I'm just going over home