I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While traveling through this world of woe.
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor 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.

Refrain

I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me;
I know my way is rough and steep.
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep.
I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.

Refrain

I’ll soon be free from every trial,
My body sleep in the 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 forevermore.

Refrain

A pilgrim through this lonely world
The blessèd Savior passed;
A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last,
A dying Lamb at last.

That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life blood gave;
It found on earth no resting place
Save only in the grave,
Save only in the grave.

Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,
That wreathed His brow with thorn,
That wreathed His brow with thorn?

No! facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him, obedient, still,
We homeward press through storm or calm
To Zion’s blessèd hill,
To Zion’s blessèd hill.

By faith His boundless glories there
Our wondering eyes behold;
Those glories which eternal years
Shall never all unfold;
Shall never all unfold.