Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil nor 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 am just going over Jordan
I am just 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 will weep
I`m going home to see my father
I`m going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I`ll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I`ll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
I`m going home to see my savior
Who spilled his precious blood for me
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home