I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie just before me In Christ redeemed, their vigils keep I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I want to wear that crown of glory When I get home to that bright land I wanna shout salvation's story In concert with all the blood-washed band I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home I'll soon be free from every trial This form will rest beneath the sod I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter in my home with God I'm going there to see my Savior Who shed for me His precious blood