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I am a poor, wayfaring strangerWhile traveling through this world of woeYet there's no sickness, toil, or dangerIn that bright world to which I goI'm going there to see my fatherI'm going there, no more to roamI'm only going over JordanI'm only going over homeI know dark clouds will gather round meI know my way is rough and steepYet beauteous fields lie just before meWhere God's redeemed, their vigils keepI'm going there to see my motherShe said she'd meet me when I comeI'm only going over JordanI'm only going over home