WAYFARING STRANGER

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there is no sickness, toil or 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 know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

How did a homeless child with nothing
Come to be a threat to you
If your Christ made it to the border
Tell me please what would you do?
He only longs to see his mother
He longs to see his father too
But they are gone
And all he has now
All he has
Is me and you