I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going to my home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
I'm going there to see Saint Peter
He said he'd meet me when I come
I soon will give away my breath now
To finally enter those pearly gates
The time has come to fill my marriage vow
And patiently my bridegroom waits
I'm going there to meet my Lover
I'm at his side and won't be moved