I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-going over Jordan
I'm only go-going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-going over Jordan
I'm only go-going over home

I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-going over Jordan
I'm only go-going over home

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with oh the blood-washed band

I'm going there to see my Saviour
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-going over Jordan
I'm only go-going over home

Well I'm only go-going over home
Yeah only go-going over home