I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While journeying through 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 roam

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather over me

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet beauteous fields lie just before me

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