I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
And there’s 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 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
But golden fields lie down before me
Where god’s redeemed shall ever sleep

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’ll soon be free from every trial
My body sleep in the churchyard
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter on my great reward

I’m going there to see my saviour
To sing his praise for ever more
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home