I am a poor
wayfaring stranger
While journeying through
this world of woe
And there's no sickness
toil nor 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 go going
over Jordan
I'm only go going
over home.
I know dark clouds
will gather 'round me
I know my way
is rough and steep
And beautiful fields
lie just before me
Where God's redeemed
there vigils keep.
I'm going there
to see my Father
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go going
over Jordan
I'm only go going
over home.
I'm going there
to see my mother
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go going
over Jordan
I'm only go going
over home.
I want to wear
that crown of glory
When I get home
to that good land
Well I want to shout
salvation's story
In concert with
ohh the blood-washed band
I'm going there
to see my Saviour
I'm going there
no more to roam
I'm only go going
over Jordan
I'm only go going
over home.