I´m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world below
There´s no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I´m going there to see my Father
And all my loved ones who´ve gone on

I´m just going over Jordan
I´m just going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is hard and steep
But beauteous fields arise 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

So, I´m just going over Jordan
I´m just going over home