I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only go going over Jordan
I'm only go going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only go going over Jordan
I'm only go going over home
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only go going over Jordan
I'm only go going over home
I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
Well I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with ohh the blood washed band
I'm going there to see my Saviour
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only go going over Jordan
I'm only go going over home
Well I'm only go going over home
Yeah only go going over home