The Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There is no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright world 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 o'er me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall meet

I'm a-going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I want to sing salvation's story
In concert with the blood-washed land
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land

I'm going there to see my brothers
They passed before me one by one
I'm just a-going over jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God

I'm going there to see my saviour
Who shed for me his precious blood
I'm just a-going over jordan
I'm just a-going over home