The Wayfaring Stranger

THE WAYFARING STRANGER

Anonymous

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,

While traveling through this world below;

There is no sickness, toil, nor danger

In that bright world to which I go.

I'm going there to meet my father,

I'm going there no more to roam;

I am just going over Jordan,

I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o'er me,

I know my pathway's rough and steep;

But golden fields lie out before me,

Where weary eyes no more shall weep.

I'm going there to see my mother,

She said she'd meet me when I come;

I am just going over Jordan,

I am just going over home.

I want to sing salvation's story

In concert with the blood-washed hand;

I want to wear a crown of glory,

When I get home to that good land.

I'm going there to see my classmates,

Who passed before me one by one;

I am just going over Jordan,

I am just going over home.

I'll soon be free from every trial,

This form will rest beneath the sod;

I'll drop the cross of self-denial,

And enter in my home with God.

I'm going there to see my Saviour,

Who shed for me His precious blood;

I am just going over Jordan,

I am just going over home.

Source: The Broadman Hymnal (Copyright 1940 Broadman Press)

Here is a music video of Angel City Chorale singing an arrangement of the American spiritual "The Wayfaring Stranger."