I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
And all my loved ones who have gone home
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will hang 'round me
I know my way is hard and steep
But 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
So I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home