I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
Traveling through this world below;
There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.I'm going there to meet my father,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm going there to see my mother,
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 o'er me,
I know my pathway's rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me,
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I'm going there to meet my Saviour,
He said He'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm going there to meet my Saviour,
Who shed for me His precious blood;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'll soon be free from every trial,
This form shall rest beneath the sod;
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God.
I want to sing salvation's story
In concert with the blood-washed band;
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that bright land.
I'm going there to meet my Saviour,
He said He'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.