I am just a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm going home to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home

I know dark clouds will gather ov'r me
I know my way is rough and steep.
But beautious fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to meet my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that fair land
I want to shout Salvation's story
In concert with that blood-washed band

I'm going there to meet my Saviour
To sing His praise for evermore
I'm just a going over Jordan,
I'm just a going over home.