I am a po or___ wayfaring stranger
travelling thro ugh, this world of woe
there's no sick___ness, toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go
and I'm going hom e___ to see my father
and I'm going the re ___ no more to roam
I'm just a -go___i ng over jord an
I'm just a -go___in g over hom e
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