I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world alone
Ain't no sickness, toil nor danger
in that bright land to which I go
I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam

I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie out before me
where God's redeemed their vigils keep
And I'm going home to see my Mother
She said she'd meet me when I come

I want to wear the crown of glory
when I get home to that good land
I want to shout salvation's story
in concert with the blood-washed band
I'm going home to see my Saviour
to sing His praise forevermore