I am a poor  wayfaring stranger

But traveling through this world of woe

Yet there is no sickness  toil  or danger

In the bright world 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 gather 'round me

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet  it's beauty of 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 Jordan

I'm only going over home