Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 Travelling through this world of woe
 There's no sickness, toil nor danger
 In 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 just going over Jordan
 I'm just going over home
 I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
 I know my path is rough and steep
 But golden fields stretch out before me
 Where weary eyes no more will weep
 I'm going there to see my brother
 I'm going there no more to roam
 I'm just going over Jordan
 I'm just going over home
 I'm going there to see my mother
 She said she'd meet me when I come
 I'm just going over Jordan
 I'm just going over home
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 I'm going there to see my father
 He said he'd meet me when I come
 I'm going there, over Jordan
 I'm just going to my new home