Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling through this world of woe Yet there is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed shall have their sleep I'm going home to see my mother And all my loved ones who've gone on I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'll soon be free from every trial My body sleeping in the churchyard I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter on my great reward I'm going there to see my savior To sing his praise forever more I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home