AO Folksong - FEBRUARY 2023
Wayfaring Stranger
I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger,
Traveling through this world of woe.
Yet there's no sickness, 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 o'er me,
I know my way is rough and steep.
Yet beauteous 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 go.
I'm just a'going over Jordan,
I'm just a'going over home.
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land.
I want to shout Salvation's story,
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I'm going there to meet my Saviour,
To sing His praise forevermore.
I'm just a'going over Jordan,
I'm just a'going over home.
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