I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright world to which I go

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Rescued from the depths of hell
My chains fell off with pure surrender
And now I live by grace to tell

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Once blinded by my guilt and pride
But now I go to meet my Maker
And He'll turn my faith to sight

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Brought here before men of earth
They have promised me certain danger
To pronounce my Father's work
To pronounce my Father's work
To pronounce my Father's work