POOR WAYFARING STRANGER
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe;
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In this bright land to which I go.
I'm going home to see my Father,
I'm going there's no more to roam;
I'm just a-going over Jordan,
I'm just a-going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather âround me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Beautiful fields lie just before me,
and God's redeemed there vigils keep.
I'm going home to see my Father,
I'm going there's no more to roam;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm going home to see my Father,
I'm going there's no more to roam;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I want to wear that crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout salvation's story,
In concert with the blood-washed band,
I'm going home to see my Father,
I'm going there's no more to roam;
I'm only going over Jordan,
only going over home.
I'm going home to see my Father,
I'm going there's no more to roam;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
arrangement: George Gustafsson