I'm Just a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world of woe;
But there's no pain toil or danger
In that fair land where I will go;
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam;
I am going over Jordan
I'm going home I'm going home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is dark and steep;
But there's a green field over yonder
where Gods redeemed their virgils keep;
I'm going home to see my mother
she said she'd meet me when I come;
I am going over Jordan
I'm going home I'm going home.
I'll soon be free of every trial
this form shall rest beneath the sod;
I'll drop the cross of self denial
and enter in that home with God;
I'm going there to see my savior
I'm going home no more to roam;
I am going over Jordan
I'm going home I'm going home.
I'm going home I'm goin home.