I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of war
There's no sickness toil or 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 going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
It beauty is fields lie just before me
Where gods redeemed visual's keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she need me when i come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home