Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 While journeying through this world of woe
 There is no sickness, toil nor 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 am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I know dark clouds will gather o'er me
 I know my pathway's 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 home
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I want to wear a crown of glory
 When I get home to that bright light
 I want to shout salvations story
 In concert with the blood-washed band
 I'm going there to meet my Saviour
 To sing his praises forevermore
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home