I am a poor way- far- ing stran- ger while tra-vel-in' through this world be- low. There is no sick- ness no toil or dan- ger In that bright land, to which I go. I'm go- ing there, to meet my Fath- er. I'm go- ing there, no more to roam. I'm just go- ing 0- ver Jor- dan, I'm just a go- ing o- ver home. I want to home.
sing sal- va- tions sto- ry In con- cert with the blood- washed band. I want to wear A crown of glo- ry when I get home. My home with God. I'm go- ing there, to meet my Sav- ior. who has cleansed me, from all my sins. I'll soon be
free from ev- ry tri- al this form will rest be- neath the sod. I'll drop the cross of self de- ni- al and en- ter in my home with God. I'm go- ing there, to meet my Sav- ior. Who shed for me, his pre- cious blood.
