I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger
VERSE 1
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.
Reff
I’m only
going over Jordan,
I’m only
going over home.
VERSE 2
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.
VERSE 3
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.
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