| I’m a poor wayfarin' stranger,
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| While travelin' through this world woe.
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| There is no sickness, toil, nor danger,
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| In that bright land to which I go.
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| I’m goin' there to see my father.
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| I’m going there, 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 gather 'round me,
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| I know my path is rough and steep.
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| But glorious fields layout before me.
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| Where God’s redeemed, no more will weep.
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| I’m goin' there to see my mother.
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| She said she’d meet me when I come.
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| I am just goin' over Jordan.
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| I am just goin' over home.
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| This would is not my home.
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| I am just passing through.
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| My treasure are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue.
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| The angels beg on me from heaven’s open door.
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| And I cannot feel at home in this world anymore.
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| I’ll soon be free from every trial
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| This form will rest beneath the sun
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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 going home to see my savior.
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| Who shred for me his precious blood.
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| I am just going over Jordan.
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| I am just going over home. |