I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger, While travelin' through this world of woe. There's no sickness, no toil, nor danger, In that bright land to which I go. I'm goin' there to see my Mother. She said she'd meet me when I come. I'm only goin' over Jordan. I'm only goin' over home. I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know the way is rough and steep. But beauteous fields lie just beyond me, Where soul's redeemed, their vigils keep. I'm goin' there to meet my Father. I'm going there no more she ___. I'm only goin' over Jordan. I'm only goin' over home. I want to wear the crown of glory When I get home to that bright land I want to shout salvation's story In concert with that blood-washed band I'm going there to meet my Savior I'm going where no more to roam I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home