I am a poor wayfaring stranger
|
While traveling through this world below
|
There is no sickness, toil, or danger
|
In that bright world to which I go
|
|
I know dark clouds will gather o'er me
|
I know the pathway's rough and steep
|
But golden fields 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 going over home.
|
|
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 Savior
|
Who shed for me His precious blood
|
I am just going over Jordan
|
I am just going over home,
|
I am just going over home
|
|
-----------------
|
Wayfaring Stranger
|
| Selah |
