I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe

And there's no sickness, toil nor danger

In that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my Father,

I'm going there no more to roam

I'm only go-going over Jordan
I'm only go-going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather ′round me

I know my way is rough and steep

And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep.

I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only go-going over Jordan

I'm only go-going over home.

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get home to that good land

I want to shout salvation's story

In concert with the ohh blood-washed band

I'm going there to see my Saviour,
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jorda

I'm only going over home

I'm only going over Jorda
I'm only going over home