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I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering oer this world of woe But theres no sickness, no toil no danger That bright land to which I go Im going home to see my father Im going home, no more to roam Im only going over Jordan Im just a going over home I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep But beauteous fields lie just before me Where men redeemed their vigils keep Im going home to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come Im just a going over Jordan Im just a going over home I am a poor, wayfaring stranger Wandering oer this world of woe And theres no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go Im going home to see my Saviour Im going home, no more to roam Im just a going over Jordan Im just a going over home Im just a going over home