I am a poor wayfaring stranger 
While traveling [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
I'm only going over Jordan 
I'm only going over me