I am a poor___wayfaring stranger travelling through, this world of woe there's no sick___ness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go and I'm going home___ to see my father and I'm going there ___no more to roam I'm just a-go___ing over jordan I'm just a-go___ing over home I know dark clouds will gather me I know my way's rough and steep and the beautiful fields lie just beyond me and I know my way's rough and steep I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam 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 good land I want to shout salvation's story In concert with the blood-washed band I'm going there to meet my Saviour To sing his praise forever more I'm just a-going over Jordan I'm just a-going over home 'cause I am a poor wayfaring stranger travelling through, this world of woe there's no sickness, toil or 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 just a-going over jordan I'm just a-going over home