Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
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.
I’ve never seen a brighter day
Coming for to carry me home.
Than when Jesus washed my sins away,
Coming for to carry me home.

I’m sometimes up and sometimes down,

Coming for to carry me home.
But still my soul feels heav'nly bound,
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.