I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through, this world of woe But 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 just a going over Jordan I’m just a going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way so rough and steep Yet golden fields lie just before me Where weary eyes, no more shall weep I’m going there to see my mother She said she’d meet me when I come I’m just a going over this world I’m just a going over home I’ll soon be free from earthly trials My body sleep in the old church yard I’ll drop the cross of self denial And enter in my great reward I’m going there to see my savior To praise his name forevermore I’m just a going over Jordan I’m just a going over home I’m going there to see my mother She said she’d meet me when I come I’m just a going over this world I’m just a going over home