Album: Little Towns Like Mine
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe;
And there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to where I go.
I'm going there to see my Father,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm just a going over Jordan,
I'm just a going over home.
I want to wear that crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
Well I want to shout salvation's story,
In concert with the blood-washed band
I'm going there to see my Father,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm just a going over Jordan,
I'm just a going over home.
I'm going there to see my Savior,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm just a going over Jordan,
I'm just a going over home.
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