Lyrics

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
But there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go.

I’m going home to see my mother
I’m going home no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just beyond me
Where all the saints their vigil keep.

I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m just going over home.

I’ll soon be free of all my trials
My body rest beneath the sod
I’ll drop the cross of self-denial
And stand before the throne of God.

I’m going home to see my fathers
Who’ve gone before me one by one
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m just going over home.

I want to wear a 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 see my Savior
And sing His praise forever more
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m just going over home.