Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
while traveling through this world of 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 going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
Yet fertile fields lie out before me
Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep

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

I'm going there to see my Savior
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home