I'm a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There is no sickness, trouble or danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going home to see my mother I'm going home no more to roam I'm just going across Jordan I'm going to my new home No dark clouds will hang above me I know my path is rough and steep But golden fields lie before me My weary eyes no more will weep I'm going home to see my father I'm going home no more to roam I'm just going across Jordan I'm going to my new home I'll soon be free from every trial My body will waste beneath the sun I'll drop this cross of self denial Stand before the throne of God I'm going home to see my Savior I'm going home no more to roam I'm just going across Jordan I'm going to my new home I'm just going across Jordan I'm just going to my new home I'm just going across Jordan I'm just going to my new home I'm just going across Jordan