I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Lord, traveling through this world of woes
And I find sickness toil and danger
Everywhere I go
Oh,Everywhere
I'm going there to see my brother
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m going there, it's just over Jordan
I'm going there to my new home
One of these mornings and it won’t be long
Oh,Men will rest and stand side by side
And hand in hand they’re bound for glory
Their foes will fall on freedom’s sand
I'm going there to see my brother
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m going there, it's just over Jordan
I'm going there to my new home
To my new home
To my new home