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I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world of woe;

And there’s no sickness, toil or danger

In this bright land to which I go.

I’m going home to see my Father,

I’m going there’s no more to roam;

I’m just a-going over Jordan,

I’m just a-going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather ‘round me,

I know my way is rough and steep;

Beautiful fields lie just before me,

and God’s redeemed there vigils keep.

I’m going home to see my Father,

I’m going there’s no more to roam;

I’m only going over Jordan,

I’m only going over home.

I’m going home to see my Father,

I’m going there’s no more to roam;

I’m only going over Jordan,

I’m only going over home.

I want to wear that crown of glory,

When I get home to that good land;

I want to shout salvation’s story,

In concert with the blood-washed band,

I’m going home to see my Father,

I’m going there’s no more to roam;

I’m only going over Jordan,

only going over home.

I’m going home to see my Father,

I’m going there’s no more to roam;

I’m only going over Jordan,

I’m only going over home.

trad.

arrangement: George Gustafsson

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