I'm just a poor, Wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, no toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just 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 beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there, no more to roam
So, I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I'll soon be free from every trial
This body rest in the old 'churchyard
I'll drop this cross of self-denial
And go singing home to God

I'm goin' there to see my savior
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I'm just going

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