Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A traveling through this land of woe
And theres no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go
Im going home to see my father
(Mother, sister, brother etc.)
Im going there no more to roam
Im just a-going over Jordan
Im just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is steep and rough
But beauteous fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed their vigil keep
Im going there to meet my mother
She said shed meet me when I come
Im just a-going over Jordan
Im just a-going over home
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout Salvations story
In concert with that blood washed band
Im going there to meet my Savior
To sing His praises forevermore
Im only going over Jordan
Im only going over home