I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger. Just traveling through this land of woe. There is no sickness, no toil or danger in that bright land to which I go.

And I'm going there to see my Saviour. I'm going there no more to roam. I'm just a-goin' over Jordan; I'm just a-goin' over home.


And though this world with clouds surround me -- I know my way is tough and steep -- but that bright land lies on before me, that land where I no more will weep.


And I'm going there to see my Savior. I'm going there no more to roam. I'm just a-goin' over Jordan; I'm just a-goin' over home.