Traditional: I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While traveling 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.
But golden fields lie out before me Where God??? s redeemed shall ever sleep.
I??? m going there to see my mother,
She said she??? d meet me when I come.
I??? ll soon be free from every trial,
My body sleep 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 forevermore.