Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger 
  While travelling through this world of woe; 
  Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger 
  In that bright world 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; 
  The golden fields lie out before me, 
  Where those redeemed shall ever sleep. 

  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. 

  I'll soon be free of every trial 
  My body asleep in the churchyard 
  I'll drop the cross of self-denial 
  And enter on my great reward. 

  I'm going there to see my saviour 
  To sing his praise for evermore 
  I'm only going over Jordan, 
  I'm only going over home.