| lyric | 1. I am a poor wayfaring stranger.
While trav’ling through this world of woe.
There is no sickness, toil, no danger
In that bright world to which I go.
Im going there to see my father,
I’m going there no more to roam,
I’m only over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
2. I Know dark clouds will gather ’round me,
I know my way is rough and steep.
But beautious fields lie just beyond me,
where souls redeemed their bigil keep.
I’m going there to meet my mother,
she said she’d meed me when I come.
I’m only over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
3. I went to wear a crown of glory,
when I get home to that bright land.
I want to shout Salvation's story,
in concert with that blood-washed band.
I'm going there to meet my Savior,
to sing his praise forever more.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home. |