Wayfaring stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below There's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going there to see my father And all my loved ones, who've gone on 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 hard and steep Yet beauteous fields arise before me Where God's redeemed their vigils keep I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come So i'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home