I'm a poor wayfaring stranger A trav'ling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness, toil or 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 am only going over Jordan I am only going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather o'er me I know my pathway's rough and steep; But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more shall weep. I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I am only going over Jordan I am only going over home.
I'll soon be free from every trial This form will rest beneath the sod I'll drop the cross of self denial, And enter in my home with God. I'm going there to see my Saviour Who shed for me His precious blood I am just going over Jordan I am 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 bloodwashed band. I'm going there to meet my Saviour To sing His praises forevermore I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home