I am a ^Ampoor way^E7faring ^Amstranger, While traveling ^Dmtrough this world of ^Amwoe Yet there's no sicknes, ^E7toil or danger, In that bright ^Dmworld ^E7to which I ^Amgo.

I'm going ^Fthere to see my ^Amfather, I'm going ^Fthere ^Gno more to ^Croam, ^E7I'm only ^Amgoing ^E7over ^AmJordan, I'm only ^DmGo ^E7ing over ^Amhome.

I know dark clouds will gather round me, I know my way, is rough and steep, Yet beateous fields lies just before me, Where god's redeem their vigils keep. I'm going there to see my mother, She sad she'd meet me, when I will come, I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home. I'll soon be freed from every trial, My body sleep in the church yard, I'll drop the cross of self-deniyal, And enter on my great reward. I'm going there to see my Savior, To sing his praise forevemore I'm only going over Jordan, I'm only going over home.

Spirituál Kvintet - Poor wayfaring stranger