I am a poor wayfaring stranger While travelin' through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, no toil, or 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 just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I know, no dark clouds will gather 'round me I know, my way is rough and steep But golden fields lie out 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 just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I'll soon be free from every trial My body sleeps in the churchyard I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter on my grave reward I'm going there to see my Savior To sing His praise forevermore I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home