Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through, this world of woe
There is no sickness, no toil nor danger
In the bright land to which I go

I’m goin’ there, to see my mother
She said she’d meet, me when I come
I’m justa goin’ over Jordan
I’m justa goin’ over home

I know dark clouds, will gather ‘round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I’m goin’ there, to see my father
I’m goin’ there, no more to roam
I’m justa goin’ over Jordan
I’m justa goin’ over home

I’ll soon be free, from Earthly trial
This body rest, in the old church yard
I’ll drop this cross of self-denial
And go singing, home to God

I’m goin’ there, to see my saviour
I’m goin’ there, no more to roam
I’m justa goin’ over Jordan
I’m justa goin’ over home

I’m justa goin’ over Jordan
I’m justa goin’ over home
I’m justa goin