i am a poor wayfaring stranger while traveling through this world of woe yeah there s no sickness toil or danger in that bright world to which i go i m going there to see my father i m going there no more to roam i m only going over jordan i m only going over home i know dark clouds will hang around me i know my way is rough and steep beautiful fields lie just 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 i m only going over jordan i m only going over home