I am a poor wayfaring stranger Wandering through this world of woe But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home to see my father I'm going home, no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm just going over home I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep But beauteous fields lie just before me Where men redeem, their vigils keep I'm going home 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 am a poor wayfaring stranger Wandering through this world of woe I am a poor wayfaring stranger Wandering through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home to see my savior I'm going home, no more to roam I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I'm just going over home I am a poor wayfaring stranger Wandering through this world of woe