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WAYFARING STRANGER
by Barbara Fairchild
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While traveling through this world below;
There is no sickness, toil nor danger,
In 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 just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather o'er me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me,
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I am going there to see my Mother,
She said she'd meet me when I come;
I'm just going over Jordan,
I'm just going over home.
Now I want to sing salvation's story,
In concert with the blood washed band;
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that fair land.
I'm going there to see my Savior,
Who shed his precious blood for me;
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'm only going over home.