I am a poor, wayfaring stranger

1. I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,
while travelling through the world below.
There is no sickness, toil or 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 am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.

2. I know dark clouds will gather o´er me,
I know the pathways rough and steep,
but golden fields lie out before me,
where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I´m going there to see my Father,

I´m going there no more to roam,

I am just going over Jordan,

I am just going over home.

3. I´ll soon be free from every trial,
this form will rest beneath the sod,
I´ll drop the cross of self-denial
and enter in my home with God.
I´m going there to see my Saviour,
who shed for me his precious blood,
I am just going over Jordan,
I am just going over home.