Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Travelling through this world below

There is no sickness, no toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to meet my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather round 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 meet my mother

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial

This form shall rest beneath the sod

I'll drop the cross of self denial

And enter in my home with God

I'm going there to meet my savior

He said he'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I'm going there to meet my savior

He said he'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I'm only going over home

I'm only going over home