I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While trav'lling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam,
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over 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 shall ever sleep
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 ev'ry trial,
My body sleep in the church yard
I'll drop the cross of self denial
And enter on my great reward.
I'm going there to see my Saviour,
To sing his praise for evermore.
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home"