I am a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor 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'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial
I’ll lay this form beneath the sod
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter in that home with God

I'm going home to see my Savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
I'm travellin' through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go