1. I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.
2. I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beau-teous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm just a going over home.
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