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 Sav­or

To sing His praise for­ev­er­more.