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,
She 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 is hard and steep,
But beauteous fields arise before me
Where Gods redeemed their vigils keep.

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.

I'm going there to see my Father,
And all my loved ones who've gone old.
I'm just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.

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