Poor Wayfaring Stranger

Poor Wayfaring Stranger - David Slater

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I'll travelling through this world of woe

And there's 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'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'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I'll soon be free of every trials

My body sleep in the church yard

I'll drop the cross of self-denial

And enter on my great reward

I'm going there

To see my Savior

To sing his prays for ever more

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home