A Poor Blogger's Songbook
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
  Poor Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
Traveling through this world of woe.
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world 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 am a poor wayfaring stranger,
Traveling through this wearisome land.
But I've a home in yonder city
As I'm lead there by His bright Hand.

I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.

I know dark clouds will gather round me;
I know my way is rough and steep.
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep.

I'm going there to see my brother,
Just over on the other shore

I’ll soon be free from every trial,
My body sleep in the churchyard;
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter on my great reward.

I’m going there to see my Savior,
To sing His praise forevermore.
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