I'm a poor wayfaring stranger   While traveling through this world of woe   Yet 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 to Jordan   I'm only going over home   I know dark clouds will hang 'round me,   I know my way is rough and steep   Yet beauteous fields lie just before me   Where God's redeemed their vigils keep   I'm going there to see my mother   She said she'd meet me when I come   I'm only going over Jordan   I'm only going over home    Traditional Hymn