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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this land of woe
There'll be no sickness no toil no danger
In that bright land to which I'll go
Going there to meet my Saviour going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
But I'll be home in a little while
I know his sweet love will surround me
Anmd he will walk with me each mile
Going there to meet my loved ones going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Just travelling through this land of woe
There'll be no sickness no toil no danger
In that bright land to which I'll go
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger