The Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

Lyrics

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,
While journeying thro’ this world of woe;
Yet there’s no sickness, toil, nor 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 only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know dark cloud will gather round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me,
Where God’s redeemed vigil keep.
I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I’ll soon be freed from ev’ry trial,
My body’ll sleep in the old churchyard;
I’ll drop the cross of selfdenial,
And enter on my great reward.
I’m going there to see my classmates,
Who’ve gone before me one by one;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only 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 for evermore;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.