I'm a Poor Wayfaring Stranger
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger,
While journeying through this world of woe,
Yet there's no sickness, toil, and 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 just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I know my way is rough and steep,
Yet bright fields lie just before me,
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep;
I'm going there to see my mother,
She said she'd meet me when I come,
I'm just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
I'll soon be free from every trial,
My body will sleep in the old churchyard,
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 praise in Heaven's dome,
I'm just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
While journeying through this world of woe,
Yet there's no sickness, toil, and 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 just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,
I know my way is rough and steep,
Yet bright fields lie just before me,
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep;
I'm going there to see my mother,
She said she'd meet me when I come,
I'm just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
I'll soon be free from every trial,
My body will sleep in the old churchyard,
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 praise in Heaven's dome,
I'm just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.