Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 Travelling 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 o'er 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 sod
 I'll drop the cross of self denial
 And enter in that home with God
 I'm going home
 To see my savior
 I'm going home
 No more to roam
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home