| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Traveling through this world alone
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| There is no sickness, toil nor danger
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| In that fair land to which I go
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| I’m goin' home to see my mother
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| I’m goin' home, no more to roam
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| I am just goin' over Jordan
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| I am just goin' over home
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| I know dark clouds will hover o’er me I know my pathway is rough and steep
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| But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more will weep
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| I’m goin' home to see my father
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| I’m goin' home, no more to roam
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| I am just goin' over Jordan
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| I am just goin' over home
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| I’ll soon be free from every trial
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| This form shall rest beneath the sod
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| I’ll drop the cross of self-denial
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| And enter in that home with God
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| I’m goin' home to see my Savior
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| I’m goin' home, no more to roam
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| I am just goin' over Jordan
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| I am just goin' over home |