I am just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling 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 to Jordan

I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just 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
I'm only going over to Jordan
I'm only going over to home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness  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