I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There's no toil, sickness, or danger
In that fair land, to which I go
I'm going home to see my savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
Music
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my way is rough and steep
but golden fields lie out before me
where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home