The Wayfaring Stranger

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through, this world of woe.
There's no sickness, toil nor danger
That bright land, to which I go.
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-ing over Jordan
I'm only go-ing over home.
The Wayfaring Stranger

I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep;
But beautiful fields lie just beyond me
Where souls redeemed, their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only go-ing over Jordan
I'm only go-ing over home.

I wanna wear a crown of glory
When I get home to... I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
I'm just go-ing over home.

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