Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 While traveling through this world below
 There is no sickness, toil, no danger
 In that bright world to which I go
 I know dark clouds will gather over me
 I know my pathway is rough and steep
 But golden fields here lie out before me
 Where weary eyes no more shall weep
 I'm going there to see my Father
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I'll soon be free from every trial
 And this form will rest beneath the sod
 I'll drop the cross of self-denial
 And enter in my home with God
 I'm going there to see my Savior
 Who shed for me His precious blood
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I'm going there to see my Father
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I am just going over Jordan
 I am just going over home
 I am just going over home