Wayfaring Stranger V1

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger, I trav’ling through this world below; There is no sickness, toil, nor danger, In that bright world to which I go. 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. {Verse 2] I know dark clouds will gather o’er me, I know my path is rough and steep; But beautiful fields stretch out before me, Where weary eyes no more shall weep. I’m going there to see my Father, I'm goin' there no more to room I’m just a going over Jordan, I’m just a going over home. {Verse 3} I’ll soon be free from every trial, 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 Saviour, Who shed for me His precious blood; I’m just a going over Jordan, I’m just a going over home. {Verse 3} I’ll soon be free from every trial, 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 Saviour, Who shed for me His precious blood; I’m just a going over Jordan, I’m just a going over home. [Outro] I’m just a going over Jordan, I’m just a going over home.