I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling thru
this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness
toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to ram
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds
will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields
lie just before me
Where God's redeemed
their vigils keep
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