I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In this fairy land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there
No more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough 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
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home