I’M A POOR WAYFARING STRANGER

I’m just a poor wayring stranger, 
Travelling through this
world of woe,
Yet there’s no sickness,
sorrow or danger
In that bright land to which I go.

CHORUS
I’m going there to see my
Father
I\'m going there no more to
roam,
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going over home.

And though dark clouds will
gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie
just before rne
Where God’s redeemed their vigils
keep.

I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over jordan
I’m only going over home.