I am a poor wayfaring stranger, While traveling trough this world of woe Yet there´s no sicknes, toil or danger, In that bright world to which I go. I´m going there to see my father, I´m going there no more to roam, I´m only going over Jordan, I´m only Go ing over home. I know dark clouds will gather round me, I know my way, is rough and steep, Yet beateous fields lies just before me, Where god´s redeem their vigils keep. I´m going there to see my mother, She sad she´d meet me, when I will come, I´m only going over Jordan, I´m only going over home. I´ll soon be freed from every trial, My body sleep in the church yard, I´ll drop the cross of self-deniyal, And enter on my great reward. I´m going there to see my Savior, To sing his praise forevemore I´m only going over Jordan, I´m only going over home.