Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Peter Hollens/The Swingle Singers

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering through this world of woe

And there's no sickness no toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just a-going over Jordan

I'm just a-going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me

I know my way is rough and steep

But beautiful 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 a going over Jordan

I'm just a going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial

My body asleep in the old graveyard

I'll drop the cross of self denial

And enter on my great reward

Well I'm going

I'm going there to see my Savior

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm just a going over Jordan

I'm just a going over home

Over home

Over home

I'm just a going over home