Almeda Riddle - Poor Wayfaring Stranger | Текст песни

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I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger.
I'm a-travelling through this world of woe,
But there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that sweet home to which I go.
I'm going there to see my mother.
She said she'd meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan;
I'm only going over home.

I know dark clouds are going to gather around me,
And I know my way will be rough and steep,
But beautiful fields lie just before me,
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep.
I'm going there to meet my loved ones,
Gone on before me one by one.
Oh, I'm just going over Jordan;
I'm only going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land,
And I want to sing redemption's story
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I'm going there to see my savior;
I'll dwell with him and no more roam.
Oh, I'm just going over Jordan;
I'm only going over home.

I'll soon be done with my earthly trials;
My body will sleep in the old church yard.
I'll drop this cross of self-denial,
And I'll go a-singing home to God.
I'm going there to live forever,
And there I'll sing redemption's song.
I'm only going over Jordan;
Oh, I'm just going over home.

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