i am a poor wayfaring stranger while traveling through this world below there is no sickness toil or danger in that bright world to which i go i know dark clouds will gather o er me i know the pathway s rough and steep but golden fields lie out before me where weary eyes no more shall weep i m going there to see my father i m going there no more to roam i am just going over jordan i am going over home i ll soon be free from every trial this form will rest beneath the sod i ll drop the cross of self denial and enter in my home with god i m going there to see my savior who shed for me his precious blood i am just going over jordan i am just going over home i am just going over home