Wayfaring Stranger [Mongolian translation]

I am a poor way faring stranger

Travelling through this world of woe

There is no sickness, toil or danger

In that fairy land to which I go

I'm going home

To see my mother

I'm going home

No more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home

I know dark clouds will hover on me,

I know my pathway is rough and steep

Beauteous fields lie right before me

Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going home to see my father

I'm going home no more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home

I'll soon be free from earthy trial

This form will rest beneath the sun

I'll drop the cross of self-denial

And enter in that home with God

I'm going home to see my savior

I'm going home no more to roam

I am just going over Jordan

I am just going over home