I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe There is 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 may gather 'round me I know my pathway is rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where souls redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to meet 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 This form will rest beneath the sod I'll drop the cross of self denial And enter in my rest with God I'm going there to meet my savior Who shed for me his precious blood I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'm only going over home I'm only going over home