THE WAYFARING STRANGER from The Broadman Hymnal 1940 #74
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger, while traveling thro' this world below;
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger in that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to meet my father, I'm going there no more to roam;
I am just going over Jordan, I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o'er me, I know my pathway way'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 mother, she said she'd meet me when I come;
I am just going over Jordan, I am just going over home.

I want to sing salvation's story in concert with the blood washed band.
I want to wear a crown of glory, when I get home to that good land.
I'm going there to see my classmates, who passed before me one by one;
I am just going over Jordan, I am just going over home.

I'll soon be free from every trial, this form will rest beneath the sod;
I'll drop the cross of self denial, 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 delighted with Dick Greenhaus' Burl Ives version. Kathleen NiBriain's version where Ireland is seen as heaven is a familiar folk type for which I am glad. I wonder how hard it would be to live in New York in the early 1800s as an Irish immigrant far from the "old sod". Alice, find and post the words to Julianne if you can. The more lyrics to old tunes the better. - Philip Hudson