Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There's no sickness, toil or danger
In that land to which I go
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going home

I know a cloud will hover around me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where my eyes no more will weep

I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going home

I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going home