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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