I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe There is no sickness, toil nor 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 know dark clouds will gather o'er me I know my pathway's rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more shall weep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come home I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I want to wear a crown of glory When I get home to that bright light I want to shout salvations story In concert with the blood-washed band I'm going there to meet my Saviour To sing his praises forevermore I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home