I am a poor way faring stranger Traveling through this world alone And there's no sickness toil or danger In that great land to which I go I'm going home to see my Father I'm going home, 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 dark and steep But beautiful fields lie out before me Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep I'm coming home sisters and brothers! Rise up to meet me when I come home I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home I will be free from every trial My body sleeps in the church yard I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter on my great reward I'm going home to see my savior. To sing His praise forevermore I am reborn through resurrection My Jesus bore it in my soul