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I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
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A traveling through this land of woe |
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And there's no sickness, toil or danger |
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In that bright world to which I go |
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I'm going home to see my father |
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(Mother, sister, brother etc.) |
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I'm going there no more to roam |
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I'm just a-going over Jordan |
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I'm just a-going over home |
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I know dark clouds will gather 'round me |
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I know my way is steep and rough |
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But beauteous fields lie just beyond me |
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Where souls redeemed their vigil keep |
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I'm going there to meet my mother |
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She said she'd meet me when I come |
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I'm just a-going over Jordan |
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I'm just a-going over home |
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I want to wear a crown of glory |
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When I get home to that bright land |
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I want to shout Salvation's story |
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In concert with that blood washed band |
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I'm going there to meet my Savior |
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To sing His praises forevermore |
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I'm only going over Jordan |
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I'm only going over home |
