I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fair land to which I go

I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will hover on me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep

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

I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in at home with God

I'm going home to meet my saviour
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I'm going home to meet my saviour
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home