I am a poor
wayfaring stranger
Travelling through
this world alone
There is no sickness
toil
nor danger
In that fair land
to which I go
I'm going home
To see my mother
I'm going home
No more to roam
I am just going
over Jordan
I am just going
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 going home
to see my father
I'm going home
no more to roam
I am just going
over Jordan
I am just going
over home
I'll soon be free
from every trial
This form shall
rest beneath
the sun
I'll drop the cross
of self denial
And enter in that
home with God
I'm going home
to see my savior
I'm going home
no more to roam
I am just going
over Jordan
I am just going
over home