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AmAmI'm just a poor wayfaring strangerDmAmTraveling through this world of woeAmAmThere's no sickness, toil nor dangerDmAmIn that fair land to which I goFCI'm going there to see my fatherFE7I'm going there, no more to roamAmAmI'm just a-going over JordanDmAmI'm just a-going over home I know dark clouds will gather 'round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet beauteous fields lie out 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 I'm just a-going over home I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger I'm just a-going over home