I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home
wayfaring stranger
But beautiful fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeem the vigils keep
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
And I want to shout down Satan's story
In concert with that bloodwashed band
I'm going there to see my brothers
I said they need me when I come
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home