Wayfaring Stranger کے بول

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through, this world of woe There is no sickness, no toil nor danger In the bright land to which I go I’m goin’ there, to see my mother She said she’d meet, me when I come I’m justa goin’ over Jordan I’m justa goin’ over home I know dark clouds, will gather ‘round me I know my way is rough and steep But beauteous fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed their vigils keep I’m goin’ there, to see my father I’m goin’ there, no more to roam I’m justa goin’ over Jordan I’m justa goin’ over home I’ll soon be free, from Earthly trial This body rest, in the old church yard I’ll drop this cross of self-denial And go singing, home to God I’m goin’ there, to see my saviour I’m goin’ there, no more to roam I’m justa goin’ over Jordan I’m justa goin’ over home I’m justa goin’ over Jordan I’m justa goin’ over home I’m justa goin