I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While journeying through this world of woe;

And theres no sickness, toil nor danger

In that bright world to which I go.



Im going there to see my Father,

Im going there no more to roam;

Im only go-going over Jordan,

Im only go-going over home.



I know dark clouds will gather 'round me,

I know my way is rough and steep;

And beautiful fields lie just before me,

Where Gods redeemed there vigils keep.



Im going there to see my Father,

Im going there no more to roam;

Im only go-going over Jordan,

Im only go-going over home.



Im going there to see my mother,

Im going there no more to roam;

Im only go-going over Jordan,

Im only go-going over home.



I want to wear that crown of glory,

When I get home to that good land;

Well I want to shout salvations story,

In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,



Im going there to see my Saviour,

Im going there no more to roam;

Im only go-going over Jordan,

Im only go-going over home.



Well Im only go-going over home.

Yeah only go-going over home.