If We Make It Through December

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 A traveling through this land of woe
 And there's no sickness, toil or danger
 In that bright world to which I go
 I'm going home to see my father
 (Mother, sister, brother etc.)
 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 steep and rough
 But beauteous fields lie just beyond me
 Where souls redeemed their vigil keep
 I'm going there to meet 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 want to wear a crown of glory
 When I get home to that bright land
 I want to shout Salvation's story
 In concert with that blood washed band
 I'm going there to meet my Savior
 To sing His praises forevermore
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home