Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 While travelling through this world of woe
 But there's no sickness, toil or 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 just a going over Jordan
 I'm just a going over home
 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, no more shall weep
 I'm going there to see my mother
 She said she'd meet me when I come
 I'm just a going over Jordan
 I'm just a going over home
 I'll soon be free from earthly trials
 My body sleep in the old churchyard
 I'll drop the cross of self denial
 And enter in my great reward
 I'm going, I'm going there to see my savior
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I'm just a going over Jordan
 I'm just a going over home
 Over Home, Over Home
 I'm just a going over home