I am a poor wayfaring stranger Travelling through this world of woe There is no sickness, toil or danger In that fairy land to which I go I'm going home To see my mother I'm going home No more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I know dark clouds will hover on me, I know my pathway is rough and steep Beauteous fields lie right before me Where weary eyes no more will weep I'm going home to see my father I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I'll soon be free from earthy trial This form will rest beneath the sun I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter in that home with God I'm going home to see my savior I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home