I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fair land to which I go

I'm goin' home to see my mother
I'm goin' home, no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I know dark clouds will hover on me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep

I'm goin' home to see my father
I'm goin' home, no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the Sun
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God

I'm goin' home to meet my Savior
I'm goin' home, no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home

I'm goin' home to meet my Savior
I'm goin' home, no more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home