I am a poor
wayfaring stranger,
Traveling through this world below;
There is no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to meet
my father,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm going there to see my
mother,
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 over me,
I know my pathway's rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out
before me,
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I'm going there to meet
my Saviour,
He said He'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm going there to meet
my Saviour,
Who shed for me His precious blood;
I'm only going over
Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'll soon be free from
every trial,
This form shall rest
beneath the sod;
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God.
I want to sing
salvation's story
In concert with the blood-washed band;
I want to wear a crown of
glory,
When I get home to that bright land.
I'm going there to meet
my Saviour,
He said He'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.