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 sister
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
