Wayfaring Stranger, , Living Room Session

ORDER the entire album here: Wayfaring Stranger I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world below There is no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright world to which I go I know dark clouds will gather o er me I know the pathway s rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more shall weep I m going there to see my Father I m going there no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am going over home. I ll soon be free from every trial This form will rest beneath the sod I ll drop the cross of selfdenial And enter in my home with God I m going there to see my Savior Who shed for me His precious blood I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home, I am just going over home