Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world below There is no sickness, toil, no 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'm just going over Jordan I am just going over home I know dark clouds will mother over me I know my pathway's rough and steep But golden field 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'm just going over Jordan I am just going over home I will soon be free from every trial This form will raise beneath the sun I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter in my home with God I'm going there to see my savior Who shared for me his precious blood I'm just going over Jordan I am just going over home

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