I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world below
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land, to which I go.

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.

I know dark clouds gonna gather round me
I know my way'll be rough and steep;
But beautiful fields lie just before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm going there to see my loved ones
Gone on before me one by one,
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home.

I'll soon be free from earthly trials
This form shall rest beneath the sod
I'll drop this cross of self-denial
And I'll go singing home to God

I'm going there to see my Father
I'll dwell with him and I'll never roam
Oh I'm just going over Jordan
I'm only going over home.