I am a poor,
wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness,
toil, or 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
Yet beauty's fields
lie just before me
Where God's 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'm only going
over home
