I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There is no sickness, toil or danger
In that fairy 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 on me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
[Incomprehensible] fields lie right before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'll soon be free from earthy trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in that home with God
I'm going home to see my savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

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