I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
And there's no sea, no soil, no danger
In that bright land for which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more alone
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only going over home
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know dark clouds will gather round me

I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie out before me
Where God's redeemed beverages keep
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'll meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
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