I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm traveling through this world of war
Yet, there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright land 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
Yet golds and fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed ever sleep
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 went to wear a crown of glory
When I get home in that good land
I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with the blood washed bands
I'm going there to see my Father
He said he'll meet me when I come
Well, I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home