Lyrics Libera - Wayfaring stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, no toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where the redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only 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 forever more
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home