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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And theres no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
Im going there to see my Father,
Im going there no more to roam;
Im only go-going over Jordan,
Im only go-going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather round me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where Gods redeemed there vigils keep.
Im going there to see my Father,
Im going there no more to roam;
Im only go-going over Jordan,
Im only go-going over home.
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Im going there to see my mother,
Im going there no more to roam;
Im only go-going over Jordan,
Im only go-going over home.
I want to wear that crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout salvations story,
In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,
Im going there to see my Saviour,
Im going there no more to roam;
Im only go-going over Jordan,
Im only go-going over home.
Well Im only go-going over home.
Yeah only go-going over home.