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