Poor, Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
 Wandering o'er this world of woe
 But there's no sickness, no toil no danger
 That bright land to which I go
 I'm going home to see my father
 I'm going home, no more to roam
 I'm only 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
 But beauteous fields lie just before me
 Where men redeemed their vigil's keep
 I'm going home 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 am a poor, wayfaring stranger
 Wandering o'er this world of woe
 And there's no sickness, toil or danger
 In that bright land to which I go
 I'm going home to see my Saviour
 I'm going home, no more to roam
 I'm just a going over Jordan
 I'm just a going over home
 I'm just a going over home