I'm a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, no toil, nor 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 dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep
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