I am a poor wayfaring stranger. I'm travelling through this world of woe. There's no sickness toil or danger. In that blank world to which I go. I'm going there. To see my father. I'm going there. No more to roam. I'm only going over Jordan. I'm only going over home. I know the dark clouds will gather around me. I know my way is rough and steep. That beauteous fields lie just before me. Where God's redeemed their vigils keep. I'm going there to see my mother. She said she need me when I come. I'm only going over Jordan. I'm only going over home. I am a poor wayfaring stranger. While travelling through this world of woe. There's no sickness toil or danger. In that blank world to which I go. I'm going there. To see my father. I'm going there. No more to roam. I'm only going over Jordan. I'm only going over home