I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my path way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'll soon be free, from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in the home with God.
I'm going there to see my Saviour
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home

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