I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While traveling thru this world of woe.
Yet there's no sickness, toil or 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 going over Jordan,
I'm only 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, their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother,
she said she'd meet me, meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm a poor wayfaring stranger,
Just a poor wayfaring stranger,
Just a poor wayfaring stranger.
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