I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger - from "1917"

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 I'm travellin' through this world with woe
 Yet there's 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 only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
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 I know dark clouds will gather round me
 I know my way is rough and steep
 But golden fields lie just before me
 Where God's redeemed shall ever sleep
 I'm going home to see my mother
 And all my loved ones who've gone on
 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home
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 I am a poor wayfaring stranger
 I'm travellin' through this world of woe
 Yet there's 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
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 I'm only going over Jordan
 I'm only going over home