Traditional: I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

I'm traveling 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 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 'round me

I know my way is rough and steep

But golden fields lie out before me

Where God's redeemed shall ever cease

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd 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

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 Saviour

Who sing this praise forevermore

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home