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I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,
while journ'ying through this world of woe.
Yet, there's no sickness, 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 o'er me,
I know my way is rough and steep.
Yet beaut'ous 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 when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I want to wear a crown of glory,
when I get home to that good land.
I want to shout Salvation's story,
in concert with the blood-washed band.
I'm going there to meet my Savior,
to sing His praise forevermore.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.

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