I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woe

Yet there''s no sickness, no 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 to Jordan

I''m only going over home

Yes, Lord



I know dark clouds will gather around me

I know my way is rough and steep

Yet beauteous fields lie just before me

Where God''s redeemed their vigils keep



I''m going there to see my mother

She said she''d meet me when I come

I''m only going over to Jordan

I''m only going over to home

Goin'' home now

Oh, somebody show me the way home