I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world below
There is no toil, no sick nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
White golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going home to see my Savior
Who spilled His precious blood for me
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
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