Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While traveling through this world below

There is no sickness, toil, or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I know dark clouds will gather o'er me

I know the 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 Father

I'm going there no more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am going over home.

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 Savior

Who shed for me His precious blood

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home,

I am just going over home