Selah - Wayfaring Stranger Lyrics
I am a poor wayfaring strangerWhile traveling through this world belowThere is no sickness, toil, or dangerIn that bright world to which I goI know dark clouds will gather o'er meI know the pathway's rough and steepBut golden fields lie out before meWhere weary eyes no more shall weepI'm going there to see my FatherI'm going there no more to roamI am just going over JordanI am going over home.I'll soon be free from every trialThis form will rest beneath the sodI'll drop the cross of self-denialAnd enter in my home with GodI'm going there to see my SaviorWho she'd for me His precious bloodI am just going over JordanI am just going over home,I am just going over home