I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
 I'm traveling through this world of woe
 Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
 In that bright land to which I go
 I'm going there to see my mother/father
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home

 I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
 I know my way is rough and steep
 Yet golden fields lie just before me
 Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
 I'm going there to see my father/mother
 S/he said he'd/she'd meet me when [bad word] 
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home

 I want to wear a crown of glory
 When I get home to that good land
 I want to shout salvation's story
 In concert with the blood-washed band

I'm going there to meet my Saviour
 To sing his praise forever more
 I'm just a going over Jordan
 I'm just a going over home