I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelin through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil nor' danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm goin' home to see my mother
I'm goin' home no more to roam
I am just goin' over to Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm goin' home to see my father
I'm goin' home no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the stars
I'll drop the cross of self denial
And enter in that home with God
I'm goin home to see my Savior
I'm goin home no more to roam
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home...