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I am a poor wayfaring strangerWhile journeying through this world of woe;And there's no sickness, toil nor dangerIn that bright land 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 Ã¢??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 Father,I'm going there no more to roam;I'm only go-going over Jordan,I'm only go-going over home.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,Letras de cancionesWhen I get home to that good land;Well I want to shout salvation's story,In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,I'm going there to see my Saviour,I'm going there no more to roam;I'm only go-going over Jordan,I'm only go-going over home. From Letras Mania