[link] [link][link]I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
traveling through this world alone.
there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to meet my mother
I'm going there no more to roam;
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my pathway's rough and steep;
But beautiful fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam;
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home.
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout Salvation's story
In concert with that bloodwashed band.
I'm going there to meet my brothers
They said they'd meet me when I come
I am only going over Jordan
I am only going over home
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