I am a poor wayfaring stranger
  While traveling thru this world of woe
  Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
  In that bright world yo which I go
  I'm going there to see my father
  I'm going there no more to ram
  I'm only going over Jordan
  I'm only going over home
  
  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 redeedmed their vigils keep
  
  I'm going there to my mother
  She said she'd meet me when I come
  I'm only going over Jordan
  I'm only going over me