I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling thru this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, no 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 will hang ‘round me,
I know my way is had and steep
Yet beauteous fields arise before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep
I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
so I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
so I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home