I'm a poor wayfaring stranger

While traveling through this world of woe

Yet there'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 going over to Jordan

I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will hang 'round me,

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet beauteous fields lie just before me

Where God's redeemed their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother

She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm only going over Jordan

I'm only going over home 

Traditional Hymn