wayfaring stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fairy land to which I go
Im going home
To see my mother
Im going home
No more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover on me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep
Beauteous fields lie right before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
Im going home to see my father
Im going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
Ill soon be free from earthy trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
Ill drop the cross of self-denial
? back home with God
Im going home to see my savior
Im going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home