Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home;
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home;
Tell all my friends I'm coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.
The brightest day that we can say,
Coming for to carry us home.
When Jesus washed our sins away,
Coming for to carry us home.