Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfarin stranger

Traveling through this world of woe

But there’s no sickness no toil no danger

In that bright world                 to which I go

I’m going there     gonna see my father (mother, Saviour)

I’m going there     no more to roam

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only goin              over home

I know dark clouds will gather round me

I know my way is rough and steep

But golden fields lie out before me

Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep

I’ll soon be free from every trial

My body asleep in that ol’ graveyard

I’ll drop the cross of self denial

And enter on my great reward