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| I Am A Poor Wayfaring Stranger |
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| I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
| While travelling through this world of woe |
| Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger |
| In this bright world to which I go |
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| 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 |
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| I know dark clouds will gather 'round me |
| I know my way is rough and steep |
| But golden fields lie out before me |
| Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep |
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| I'm going there to see God's children |
| I know they'll meet me when I come |
| I am only going over Jordan |
| I am only going over home |
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| I'll soon be free from every trial |
| My body sleep beneath the ground |
| I'll drop the cross of self denial |
| And enter 0n my great reward |
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| I'm going there to see my savior |
| To sing His praise for evermore |
| I am only going over Jordan |
| I am only going over home |
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