I'm a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this land of woe
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 roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But 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 just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with that blood-washed band
I'm going there to meet my Saviour
To sing his prayers forevermore
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only going over home
