I am a poor wayfaring stranger I'm traveling through this world of war Yet, there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright land 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 Jordan I'm only going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet golds and fields lie just before me Where God's redeemed ever sleep I'm going there to see my Father I'm going there no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I went to wear a crown of glory When I get home in that good land I want to shout salvation's story In concert with the blood washed bands I'm going there to see my Father He said he'll meet me when I come Well, I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home