I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm travelling through this world of woe There ain't no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father He said he'd meet me when I come I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me I know my way be rough & steep The beautiful souls of those who've fallen Are just before this world to see I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there, no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I'll soon be free from earthly trials My body'll rest in the old churchyard I'll drop my cross of self-denial And I will journey to my great reward