I am a poor wayfaring stranger,nWhile traveling through this world of woe.nYet there's no sickness, toil nor dangernIn the bright world to which I go.nnI'm going there to see my father,nI'm going there no more to runnI'm only going over JordannI'm only going over homennI know dark clouds will gather round me;nI know my way is rough and steep.nBut golden fields lie out before menWhere God's redeem shall ever sleep.nnI'm going there to see my mother,nShe said she'd meet me when I come.nI'm only going over JordannI'm only going over homennI'll soon be free from every trial,nMy body sleep in the churchyard;nI'll drop the cross of self denialnAnd enter on my great reward.nnI'm going there to see me Savior,nTo sing his praise forevermorenI'm only going over JordannI'm only going over homen