Songtext von Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger I’m travelling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor 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 only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie just before me Where God's redeem shall ever sleep I'm going home to see my mother And all my loved ones who’ve gone on I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I’ll soon be free from every trial My body sleeps in the church yard I’ll drop the cross of self denial And then turn on my great reward I’m going there to see my saviour To sing his prays for ever more I’m only going over Jordan I’m only going over home