Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through, this world of woe
But there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land, to which I go

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me
I know my way so rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just 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 just a going over this world
I’m just a going over home

I’ll soon be free from earthly trials
My body sleep in the old church yard
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter in my great reward

I’m going there to see my savior
To praise his name forevermore
I’m just a going over Jordan
I’m just a going over home

I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m just a going over this world
I’m just a going over home