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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