Wayfaring Stranger

I’m a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, trouble or danger
In that fair land to which I go
I’m going home to see my mother
I’m going home no more to roam
I’m just going across Jordan
I’m going to my new home
No dark clouds will hang above me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie before me
My weary eyes no more will weep
I’m going home to see my father
I’m going home no more to roam
I’m just going across Jordan
I’m going to my new home
I’ll soon be free from every trial
My body will waste beneath the sun
I’ll drop this cross of self denial
Stand before the throne of God
I’m going home to see my Savior
I’m going home no more to roam
I’m just going across Jordan
I’m going to my new home
I’m just going across Jordan
I’m just going to my new home
I’m just going across Jordan
I’m just going to my new home
I’m just going across Jordan