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I am a poor wayfaring stranger While journeying through this world of woe; And there's no sickness, toil nor danger In that bright world to which I go. I'm going there to see my Father, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know my way is rough and steep; And beautiful fields lie just before me, Where God's redeemed there vigils keep. I'm going there to see my Mother, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. I want to wear that crown of glory, When I get home to that good land; I want to shout salvation's story, In concert with ohh the blood-washed band, I'm going there to see my Saviour, Letras de cancionesI'm going there no more to roam; I'm only go-going over Jordan, I'm only go-going over home. Well I'm only go-going over Jordan. I'm only go-going over home. From Letras Mania