Wayfaring Stranger

1. I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger,
    I’m traveling through this world of woe;
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger,
    In that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to see my father,
    I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m only going over Jordan,
    I’m only going over home.

2. I know dark clouds will gather ’round me,
    I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet golden fields lie just before me,
    Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep.
I’m going there to see my mother,
    She said he’d/she’d meet me when I come;
I’m only going over Jordan,
    I’m only going over home.

3. I want to wear a crown of glory,
    When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout salvation’s story,
    In concert with the blood-washed band.
I’m going there to meet my Saviour,
    To sing his praise forever more;
I’m just a going over Jordan,
    I’m just a going over home.

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