I am a poor Wayfaring stranger
While traveling through
This world of woe
lfthere's no sickness
Toil or 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 go ing over Jordan
I'm only go ing over home
No dark clouds
Will head around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Now Beulah's fields
Lie just before me
Where God's redeemed
Their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She says she'll meet me
When I come
I'm only go ing over Jordan
I'm only go ing over home
I'm going there to see my mother
She says she'll meet me
When I come
I'm only go ing over Jordan
I'm only go ing over home