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I am a poor wayfaring stranger |
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Traveling through this world of woe |
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Yet there's no sickness, no toil or danger |
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In that bright world to which I go |
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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'm only going over to Jordan |
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I'm only going over home |
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Yes, Lord |
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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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Yet beauteous fields lie just before me |
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Where God's redeemed their vigils keep |
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I'm going there to see my mother |
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She said she'd meet me when I come |
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I'm only going over to Jordan |
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I'm only going over to home |
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Goin' home now |
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Oh, somebody show me the way home |