| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Wandering through this world of woe
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| And there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
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| In that bright land to which I go
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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 only going over Jordan
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| I’m only going over home
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| I’ll soon be free from every trial
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| My body asleep in the old graveyard
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| I’ll drop the cross of self denial
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| And enter on my great reward
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| I’m going there to meet my father
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| I’m going there no more to roam
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| I’m only going over Jordan
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| I’m only going over home
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| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Wandering through this world of woe
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| And there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
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| In that bright land to which I go
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| I’m going there to see my sister
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| She said she’d meet me when I come
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| I’m only going over Jordan
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| I’m only going over home |