𝑃𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 🎵💔🌟

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe; Yet there’s no sickness, toil, nor danger In that bright land to which I go I’m going there to see my mother, She said she’d meet me when I come; I’m going there to see my father, He said he’d guide me safely home. I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me, I know my way is rough and steep; But golden fields lie out before me, Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep I’ll soon be free from every trial, My body from this flesh shall rise; I’ll drop the cross of self-denial, And enter in the joy-filled skies. I’ll fly away to that home of glory, Where saints and angels sing and shine; I’ll join the ransomed, tell my story, And leave this weary world behind. I’ll journey on through the night and darkness, Till I behold the morning light; There in that land of joy and gladness, All sorrow ends and all is bright. I know my soul will find sweet heaven, Where trials and troubles are no more; With saints and angels there in glory, I’ll dwell with God forevermore. ’m just a stranger here in this land, I’m seeking that home beyond the sky; No mortal sorrow, no earthly anguish, Shall reach me where the saved ones lie. I’ll sing with joy through endless ages, Where sorrow never dims the light; With harp and crown and angel faces, I’ll praise my Lord both day and night.