I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While trav’ling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go

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’ll soon be free from every trial
My body sleep in the churchyard
I’ll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter on my great reward

I'm going there to see my father
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 see my Savior
To sing His Praise forever more
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home