I am a poor, Wayfaring Stranger, wondering through this world below
There's no pain, no toil no danger, In this new land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father, I'm going there to see my Lord
I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my road is hard and steep
But beauteous fields, arise before me
Where god redeems there vigils keep
I'm going there to see my Momma, I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self denial, and enter in that home of God
I'm going there to see my Father, I'm going there to see my Lord
I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home
I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home
