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I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
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Traveling through this world alone |
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There's no sickness, toil or danger |
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In that bright land to which I go |
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I'm going there to see my mother |
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I'm going there no more to roam |
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I am only going over Jordan |
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I am only going over home |
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I know dark clouds will gather around me |
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I know my way is rough and steep |
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But beautiful fields lie just beyond me |
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Where souls redeem the vigils keep |
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I'm going there to see my father |
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I'm going there no more to roam |
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I am only going over Jordan |
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I am only going over home |
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I want to wear a crown of glory |
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When I get home to that bright land |
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And I want to shout down Satan's story |
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In concert with that bloodwashed band |
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I'm going there to see my brothers |
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I said they need me when I come |
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I am only going over Jordan |
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I am only going over home |
