Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
But theres no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go

Well, Im going there to meet my mother
Said, "Shed meet me when I come"
Im only going over Jordan
Im 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 Gods redeemed their vigils keep

Well, Im going there to meet my loved ones
Gone on before me, one by one
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home

Ill soon be free of earthy trials
My body rest in the old church yard
Ill drop this cross of self-denial
And Ill go singing home to God

Well, Im going there to meet my Savior
Dwell with Him and never roam
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home