i am a poor wayfaring stranger travelling through this world of woe there is no sickness toil or danger in that fair land to which i go i m going home to see my mother i m going home no more to roam i m just a going over jordan i m just a going over home i know dark clouds will hover on me i know my pathway is rough and steep but golden fields lie out before me where weary eyes no more shall weep i m going home to see my father i m going home no more to roam i m just a going over jordan i m just a going over home i ll soon be free from every trial this form shell rest beneath the sun i ll drop the cross of self denial and enter in that home with god i m going home to meet my saviour i m going home no more to roam i m just a going over jordan i m just a going over home 