Poor Wayfaring Stranger

Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of woe
But there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger
In this bright world to which I go.

I’m going there is see my father,
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round 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.

I’ll soon be free from every trial
My body sleeps in the churchyard
I’ll drop the cross of sell-denial
And enter on my great reward.

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

Instruction on how to play this song can be found in Wayne Erbsen’s book:Clawhammer Banjo for the Complete Ignoramus

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