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  1. i am a poor wayfaring stranger
    while journeying through this world of woe;
    and there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
    in that bright world 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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