I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While travelin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, no toil, or danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know, no dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know, my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
My body sleeps in the churchyard
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter on my grave reward
I'm going there to see my Savior
To sing His praise forevermore
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
