I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe;
And thereâs no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.
Iâm going there to see my Father,
Iâm going there no more to roam;
Iâm only go-going over Jordan,
Iâm only go-going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather âround me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
And beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where Godâs redeemed there vigils keep. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/eva_cassidy/wayfaring_stranger.html ]
Iâm going there to see my Father,
Iâm going there no more to roam;
Iâm only go-going over Jordan,
Iâm only go-going over home.
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Iâm going there to see my mother,
Iâm going there no more to roam;
Iâm only go-going over Jordan,
Iâm only go-going over home.
I want to wear that crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout salvationâs story,
In concert with ohh the blood-washed band,
Iâm going there to see my Saviour,
Iâm going there no more to roam;
Iâm only go-going over Jordan,
Iâm only go-going over home.
Well Iâm only go-going over home.
Yeah only go-going over home.