I’m just a poor wayfarin’ stranger Travelin’ through 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 just agoing over Jordan Just agoing over home 
I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous 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 when I come I’m just a-going over Jordan Just a-going over home 
I’ll soon be freed from every trial My body sleeps in the churchyard I’ll drop the cross of self-denial And enter in my great reward I’m going there to see my brothers Who’ve gone before me one by one I’m just a-going over Jordan Just a-going over home 
I want to wear a 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 there to see my Savior To sing His praise forever more I’m just a-going over Jordan Just a-going over home 
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