I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world alone
There is no sickness, nor 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 am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world alone
But there is no sickness, nor toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go

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