Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Travelling through this world of woe

But there's no sickness, toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

Well I'm going there

To meet my mother

Said she'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds

Will gather 'round me

I know my way

Will be rough and steep

But beautiful fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed

Their vigils keep

Well I'm going there

To meet my loved ones

Gone on before me, one by one

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I'll soon be free of earthy trials

My body rest in the old church yard

I'll drop this cross of self-denial

And I'll go singing home to God

Well I'm going there

To meet my Savior

Dwell with Him and never roam

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home