I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright land to where I go
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going to my home
I'll soon be free from every trial
My body sleeps in the ol' graveyard
I'll drop the cross on self-denial
And enter to my great reward
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going to my home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright land to where I go
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going to my home
I'm only going to my home