I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my mother,
she said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
I’ll soon be free from every trial,
my body asleep in the old graveyard.
I’ll drop the cross of self denial,
and enter on my great reward.
I’m going there to meet my father,
I’m going there no more to roam.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my Savior,
He said He’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-trav'ling through this land of woe.
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I'm going home to see my father (mother, sister, brother etc.)
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 is steep and rough;
But beauteous fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed their vigil keep.
I'm going there to meet 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 wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout Salvation's story
In concert with that bloodwashed band.
I'm going there to meet my Saviour
To sing His praises forevermore
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home.
