i am a poor wayfaring stranger

traveling through this world below

there is no sickness no toil or danger

in that fair land to which i go

i'm going there to see my mother

i'm going there no more to roam

i am just going over jordan

i am just going over home

i know dark clouds will hover around me

i know my pathways rough and steep

but beauteous fields lie out before me

where weary eyes no more will weep

i'm going there to see my father

i'm going there no more to roam

i am just going over jordan

i am just going over home

i'll soon be free from every trial

my form shall rest beneath the sod

i'll carry the cross of self denial

and enter in

home to god

i'm going there to see my brother

i'm going there no more to roam

i am just going over jordan

i am just going over home

i am just going over home