Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Travelling through this world of woe

There is no sickness, toil or danger

In that fair land to which I go

I'm going home to see my mother

I'm going home no more to roam;

I'm just a-going over Jordan

I'm just a-going over home

I know dark clouds will hover on me

I know my pathway is rough and steep;

But golden fields lie out before me

Where weary eyes no more shall weep

I'm going home to see my father

I'm going home no more to roam;

I'm just a-going over Jordan

I'm just a-going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial

This form shell rest beneath the sun

I'll drop the cross of self-denial

And enter in that home with God

I'm going home to meet my saviour

I'm going home no more to roam;

I'm just a-going over Jordan

I'm just a-going over home

(repeat last verse)