I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
Travelin' through this world below
There is no toil, sickness or danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm goin' home to see my Father
I'm goin' home no more to roam
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where souls redeemed their vigils keep
I'm goin' home to see my Mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I'll soon be free from woe and trial
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout salvation stories
In concert with that blood washed band
I'm goin' there to meet my savior
I'll sing his praise for evermore
I am just goin' over Jordan
I am just goin' over home
I am just goin', goin' over home