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The I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, no toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather around me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
In Christ redeemed, their vigils keep

I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I go
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
Well, I want to shout salvation's story
In concert with all the blood-washed band

I'm going there to see my Savior
I'm going there no more to roam

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