I am a poor wayfaring stranger While travelling 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; The golden fields lie out before me, Where those redeemed shall ever sleep. 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 of every trial My body asleep 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 To sing his praise for evermore I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home.