Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
 While traveling through this world below
 There is no sickness, toil, no danger
 In 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 am just going over home
 I know dark clouds will mother over me
 I know my pathway's rough and steep
 But golden field 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 just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I will soon be free from every trial
 This form will raise beneath the sun
 I'll drop the cross of self-denial
 And enter in my home with God
 I'm going there to see my savior
 Who shared for me his precious blood
 I'm just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home