Album: Tim Chastain & Eight Days After
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While travelling through this world below
There is no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go
I know dark clouds will gather over me,
I know my pathway is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sod
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God
I'm going there to see my savior
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm going home to see Jesus
The one who shed His blood for me
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
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