I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There is 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 just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home I know dark clouds will gather o'er me I know my path is rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more shall meet I'm a-going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I'm just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home I want to sing salvation's story In concert with the blood-washed land I want to wear a crown of glory When I get home to that good land I'm going there to see my brothers They passed before me one by one I'm just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home I'll soon be free from every trial This form will rest beneath the sod I'll drop the cross of self-denial And enter in my home with God I'm going there to see my saviour Who shed for me his precious blood I'm just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home