I am a poor wayfaring stranger. Travelling through this world of woe. But thereâ€™s no sickness toil or danger. In that bright land to which I go. Well Iâ€™m going there. To meet my mother. Said sheâ€™d meet me when I come. Iâ€™m only going over Jordan. Iâ€™m only going over home. I know dark clouds. Will gather â€˜round me. I know my way. Will be rough and steep. But beautiful fields lie just before me. Where Godâ€™s redeemed. Their vigils keep. Well Iâ€™m going there. To meet my loved ones. Gone on before me one by one. Iâ€™m only going over Jordan. Iâ€™m only going over home. Iâ€™ll soon be free of earthy trials. My body rest in the old church yard. Iâ€™ll drop this cross of self-denial. And iâ€™ll go singing home to God. Well Iâ€™m going there. To meet my Savior. Dwell with Him and never roam. Iâ€™m only going over Jordan.