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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
Yet 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 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed, their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my Mother
She said she'd meet me there when I come
I'm... only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
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I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordon
I'm only going over home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
Yet there's no sickness, no toil, nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
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