Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor Wayfaring Stranger
While Travelin' through this world below
There is 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 am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way 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 am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I'll soon be free from ev'ry 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 Savior
Who shed for me His precious blood
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home