I'm j^Dmust a poor wayf^Faring stranger Traveling thro^Gugh this wor^Ald below But th^Dmere's no sickness, to^Fil, nor danger In that bright^G land, to which^Dm I go

I'm going th^Dmere, to see my fat^Fher I'm going th^Gere, no more to r^Aoam I'm only go^Dming over Jor^Fdan, I'm only go^Ging over ho^Dmme

I know dar^Dmk clouds will ga^Fther round me I know my w^Gay is rough and st^Aeep But beaute^Dmous fields arise be^Ffore me Where God's rede^Gemed, their vi^Dmgils keep

I'm going th^Dmere, to see my mo^Fther She said she'd m^Geet me when i c^Aome I'm only go^Dming over jor^Fdan I'm only go^Ging over ho^Dmme

I want to w^Dmear that crown of gl^Fory When I go h^Gome to that br^Aight land I want to d^Dmrown out satan's st^Fory In concert ^Gwith, the blood-washed b^Dmand

I'm going th^Dmere to see my sis^Fter The truest an^Ggel in my l^Aife I'm only go^Dming over Jo^Ardan I'm only go^Ging over h^Dmome

I'm going th^Dmere to see fa^Fmily All my lo^Gved ones who've gone ^Aon I'm only go^Dming over jo^Frdan I'm only go^Ging over h^Dmome

I'm only go^Dming over jo^Frdan I'm only go^Ging over h^Dmome I'm only g^Dmoing over j^Fordan I'm only go^Ging over h^Dmome