I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While travelling through this world below
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to meet my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark land will gather on me
I know my pathway's rough and steep
But golden fields far out before me
Where weary I, no more shall be
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'ma soon be free from every tyrant
This home will rest beneath the sun
I'll drop the cross outside the Nile
And enter in my home with God
I'm going there to see my savior
Who shed for me, his precious blood
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
