I am a poor wayfaring stranger
  Travelling through this world of woe
  But there's no sickness, toil or danger
  In that bright land to which I go
  
  Well I'm going there
  To meet my mother
  Said she'd meet me when I come
  I'm only going over Jordan
  I'm only going over home
  
  I know dark clouds
  Will gather 'round me
  I know my way
  Will be rough and steep
  But beautiful fields lie just before me
  Where God's redeemed
  Their vigils keep
  
  Well I'm going there
  To meet my loved ones
  Gone on before me, one by one
  I'm only going over Jordan
  I'm only going over home
  
  I'll soon be free of earthy trials
  My body rest in the old church yard
  I'll drop this cross of self-denial
  And I'll go singing home to God
  
  Well I'm going there
  To meet my Savior
  Dwell with Him and never roam
  I'm only going over Jordan
  I'm only going over home