i am a poor wayfaring stranger a traveling through this land of woe and there s no sickness toil or danger in that bright world to which i go i m going home to see my father i m going there no more to roam i m just a going over jordan i m just a going over home i know dark clouds will gather round me i know my way is steep and rough but beauteous fields lie just beyond me where souls redeemed their vigil keep i m going there to meet my mother she said she d meet me when i come i m just a going over jordan i m just a going over home i want to wear a crown of glory when i get home to that bright land i want to shout salvation s story in concert with that blood washed band i m going there to meet my savior to sing his praises forevermore i m only going over jordan i m only going over home