Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

A travellin' through this world of woe

There's no sickness, toil, or danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going home to see my Father

I'm going home, no more to roam

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me

I know my way is steep and rough

But pretty fields lie just beyond me

Where souls redeemed their vigil keep

I'm going there to meet my mother

She said she’d meet me when I come

I'm just going over Jordan

I'm just going over home

I want to wear a crown of glory

When I get home to that bright land

I want to shout Salvation's story

In concert with that blood washed hand

I'm going there to meet my Savior

To sing His praises forevermore

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

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