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Wayfaring stranger

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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A travelling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness toil or 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 just a going over Jordan
I'm just a 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 those redeemed no more shall weep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a going over jordan
I'm just a going over home

So I will wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
And I will sing redemption's story
In concert with that heavenly band
I'm going there to see my brother
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home

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