Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering through this world of woe

But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger

In that bright land to which I go

I?m goin? home

To see my Father

I?m goin? home

No more to roam

I?m only going over Jordan

I?m just a going over home

I know dark clouds

Will gather 'round me

I know my way

Is rough and steep

But beauteous fields

Lie just before me

Where them redeemed

Their vigils keep

I?m goin? home

To see my Mother

She said she?d meet me

When I come

I'm just a goin? over Jordan

I'm just a goin? over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering through this world of woe

And there's no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I?m going home so see my saviour

I?m going home no more to roam

I?m just a goin? over Jordan

I?m just a goin? over home

I?m just a goin? over Jordan

I?m just a goin? over home