I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A traveling through this land of woe
And there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going there to meet my mother
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 'round me
I know the way is rough and steep,
But bounteous fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed their vigil, keep
I'm going there to meet 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'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
A traveling through this land of woe
And there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going there to meet my Savior
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home
I'm just a going over home