text: I am a poor wayfaring stranger
  Im traveling through
  This world of woe
  And theres no sickness, no toil or danger
  In that bright land
  To which I go
  Im going there to see my mother
  Im going there no more to roam
  Im just agoing over Jordan
  Im just agoing over home
  Now one of these mornings
  And it wont be long
  We all shall rise
  And stand side by side
  And hand in hand
  Were bound for glory
  And death shall fall before freedoms tide
  Im going there to see my mother
  Im going there no more to roam
  Im just agoing over Jordan
  Im just agoing over home
  Im going there to see my mother
  Im going there no more to roam
  Im just agoing over Jordan
  Im just agoing over home