Poor Wayfaring Stranger

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

Im going there to meet my mother
She said, shed meet me when I come
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home

Ill soon be free from every trial
My body asleep in the old graveyard
Ill drop the cross of self denial
And enter on my great reward

Im going there to meet my father
Im going there no more to roam
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home

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

Im going there to meet my sister
She said, shed meet me when I come
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home