Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 Travelling through this world of woe
 But there's no sickness, toil or danger
 In that bright land to which I go
 Well I'm going there
 To meet my mother
 Said she'd meet me when I come
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 I know dark clouds
 Will gather 'round me
 I know my way
 Will be rough and steep
 But beautiful fields lie just before me
 Where God's redeemed
 Their vigils keep
 Well I'm going there
 To meet my loved ones
 Gone on before me, one by one
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
 I'll soon be free of earthy trials
 My body rest in the old church yard
 I'll drop this cross of self-denial
 And I'll go singing home to God
 Well I'm going there
 To meet my Savior
 Dwell with Him and never roam
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home