I am a poor wayfaring stranger, travelling through this world of woe.
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger in that bright 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 out before me where souls redeemed their vigils keep.
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'll soon be free from ev'ry trial, my body sleep in the churchyard
I'll drop the cross of self-denial and enter on my great reward.
I'm going there to see my Savior, to sing his praise for evermore
I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home.
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger in that bright 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 out before me where souls redeemed their vigils keep.
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'll soon be free from ev'ry trial, my body sleep in the churchyard
I'll drop the cross of self-denial and enter on my great reward.
I'm going there to see my Savior, to sing his praise for evermore
I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home.