I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-travling through this land of woe. And theres no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go. Im going home to see my father (mother, sister, brother etc.) Im going there no more to roam; Im just a-going over Jordan Im just a-going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is steep and rough; But beauteous fields lie just beyond me Where souls redeemed their vigil keep. Im going there to meet my mother She said shed meet me when I come Im just a-going over Jordan Im just a-going over home. I want to wear a crown of glory When I get home to that bright land I want to shout Satans story In concert with that bloodwashed band. Im going there to meet my Saviour To sing His praises forevermore Im only going over Jordan Im only going over home.