I am a poor wayfaring stranger   Travelling through this world of woe   But there's no sickness, toil or danger   In that bright land to which I go       Well I'm going there   To meet my mother   Said she'd meet me when I come   I'm only going over Jordan   I'm only going over home       I know dark clouds   Will gather 'round me    I know my way   Will be rough and steep   But beautiful fields lie just before me   Where God's redeemed   Their vigils keep       Well I'm going there   To meet my loved ones   Gone on before me, one by one   I'm only going over Jordan   I'm only going over home       I'll soon be free of earthy trials   My body rest in the old church yard   I'll drop this cross of self-denial   And i'll go singing home to God       Well I'm going there   To meet my Savior   Dwell with Him and never roam   I'm only going over Jordan   I'm only going over home