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 redeemed 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