I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil, or danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home! No more to Roam!
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is dark and steep
But Golden Streets lay out before me
Where God's redeemed no longer weep
I'm going home to see my Savior!
I'm going home! No more to Roam!
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home