Poor Wayfaring Strange

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