The Wayfaring Stranger

I.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While traveling thro’ this world below;
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.

I’m going there to meet my father,
I’m going there no more to roam;

I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

II.
I know dark clouds will gather o’er 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 see my mother.
She said she’d meet me when I come;

I am just going over Jordan, I am just going over home.

III.
I want to sing salvation’s story
In concert with the blood washed band;
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land.

I’m going there to see my classmates,
Who passed before me one by one;

I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

IV.
I’ll soon be free from every trial.
This form will rest beneath the sod;
I’ll drop the cross of self denial,
And enter in my home with God.

I’m going there to see my Saviour,
Who shed for me His precious blood;

I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.