I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A travelling through this lonely world
And there's no sickness, there's no toil or 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 going there
Just over Jordan
I'm going there
To my new home

One of these mornings
And it won't be long
(It won't be long)
All men will rise
And stand side by side
(Side by side)
Then hand in hand
(Hand in hand)
They're bound for glory
(Bound for glory)
They're foes will fall
Before freedom's tide
(Yes, freedom's tide)

I'm going there
To see my brother
I'm going there
No more to roam
I'm going there
Just over Jordan
I'm going there
To my new home
(to my new home)

I'm going there
Goin there to see my mother
I'm going there
No more to roam
I'm going there
Just over Jordan
I'm going there
To my new home
(to my new home)

I am a poor wayfaring stranger