Sangtekst: Kristin Chenoweth. As I Am. Poor, Wayfaring Stranger.

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering o?er this world of woe
But there?s no sickness, no toil no danger
That bright land to which I go

I?m going home to see my father
I?m going home, no more to roam
I?m only 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
But beauteous fields lie just before me
Where men redeemed their vigil?s keep

I?m going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I?m just a going over Jordan
I?m just a going over home

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering o?er this world of woe
And there?s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go

I?m going home to see my Saviour
I?m going home, no more to roam
I?m just a going over Jordan
I?m just a going over home
I?m just a going over home