poor wayfaring stranger

i am a poor wayfaring stranger

while traveling through this world of woe

but there's nosickness

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 just a-going over jordan

i'm just a-going over home

i know 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

no more shall weep

i'm going there to see my mother

she says she'd meet me when i come

i'm just a-going over jordan

i'm just a-going over home

i'll soon be free from earthly trials

my body sleep in the old churchyard

i'll drop the cross of self-denial

and enter in my great reward

i'm going

i'm going there to see my saviour

i'm going there no more to roam

i'm just a-going over jordan

i'm just a-going over

home

over home

over home

i'm just a-going over home