| I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
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| While traveling through this world of woe.
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| Yet there??? |
| s no sickness, toil nor danger
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| In that bright world to which I go.
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| I??? |
| m going there to see 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 know dark clouds will gather round me;
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| I know my way is rough and steep.
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| But golden fields lie out before me Where God??? |
| s redeemed shall ever sleep.
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| I??? |
| m going there to see my mother,
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| She said she??? |
| d meet me when I come.
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| I??? |
| ll soon be free from every trial,
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| My body sleep in the churchyard;
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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 see my Savior,
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| To sing His praise forevermore. |