I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling in this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that fair land 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 ‘round me I know my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie just before me Where the redeemed shall ever sleep I'm going home 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
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There's no sickness, toil nor danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie out 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 a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm just a-going over home