I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travelling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, toil or danger
In that blank 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 the dark clouds will gather around me,
I know my way is rough and steep
That beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she need me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While travelling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, toil or danger
In that blank 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