Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger
Travelin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or 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'm just agoing over Jordan
Just agoing over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over Jordan
Just a-going over home

I'll soon be freed from every trial
My body sleeps in the churchyard
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my great reward
I'm going there to see my brothers
Who've gone before me one by one
I'm just a-going over Jordan
Just a-going over home

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with the blood-washed band
I'm going there to see my Savior
To sing His praise forever more
I'm just a-going over Jordan
Just a-going over home