I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe; And there s no sickness toil nor danger In that bright land to which I go. I m going there to see my Father I m going there no more to roam; I m only go-going over Jordan I m only go-going over home. I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me I know my way is rough and steep; And beautiful fields lie just before me Where God s redeemed there vigils keep. I m going there to see my Father I m going there no more to roam; I m only go-going over Jordan I m only go-going over home. I m going there to see my mother I m going there no more to roam; I m only go-going over Jordan I m only go-going over home. I want to wear that crown of glory When I get home to that good land; Well I want to shout salvation s story In concert with ohh the blood-washed band I m going there to see my Saviour I m going there no more to roam; I m only go-going over Jordan I m only go-going over home. Well I m only go-going over home. Yeah only go-going over home. |
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