I am a poor way faring stranger
while traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to me 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 my
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
where God's redeemed their vigil keep
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

Home