(Am)I am a poor wayfaring stranger, While traveling (Dm)through this world of (Am)alone Yet there's no (Am)sickness, toil or danger in that (Dm)bright world to (G)which I (Am)go. (Am)I'm going (F)there to see my (C)father, I'm going (F)there (C)no more to (E7)roam; I'm only (Am)going over Jordan, I'm only (Dm)going (Em)over (Am)home. (Am)Though dark clouds will gather round me - I know my (Dm)way is rough and (Am)steep - Yet beauteous (Am)fields lie just before me, Where God's (Dm)redeemed their (G)vigils (Am)keep. (Am)Cause I a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling (Dm)trought this world (Am)alone There's no (Am)sicknes toil or danger And that (Dm)bright light to (G)wich I (Am)go (Am)I know dark clouds will hover o'er me, I know my (Dm)pathway is rough and (Am)steep But golden (Am)fields lie out before me Where weary (Dm)eyes no (G)more will (Am)weep (Am)I'm going (F)there to see my (C)mother, She said she'd (F)meet (C)me when I (E7)come; I'm only (Am)going over Jordan, I'm only (Dm)going (Em)over (Am)home.
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