Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling thru 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 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 around me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going home to meet my mother
She said she'll meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God
Iβm going there to see my Saviour,
Who shed for me His precious blood;
Iβm only going over Jordan,
Iβm only going over home