Poor Wayfaring Stranger
From the album The House Carpenter’s Daughter
I am a poor wayfaring stranger traveling through this world of woe but there’s no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go. Well I’m going there to meet my mother, said she’d meet me when I come I’m only going over Jordan; I’m only going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather ’round me. I know my way’ll be rough and steep but beautiful fields lie just before me where God’s redeemed, their vigils keep. Well I’m going there to meet my loved ones gone on before me, one by one. I’m only going over Jordan, I’m only going over home.
I’ll soon be free of earthy trials, my body rest in the old church yard. I’ll drop this cross of self-denial and I’ll go singing home to God. Well I’m going there to meet my Savior, dwell with Him and never roam. I’m only going over Jordan, I’m only going over home.