I am a Amipoor wayE7faring Amistranger,
While traveling Dmitrough this world of Amiwoe
Yet there´s no sicknes, E7toil or danger,
In that bright Dmiworld E7to which I Amigo.
I´m going Fthere to see my Amifather,
I´m going Fthere Gno more to Croam,
E7I´m only Amigoing E7over AmiJordan,
I´m only DmiGoE7ing over Amihome.
I know dark clouds will gather round me,
I know my way, is rough and steep,
Yet beateous fields lies just before me,
Where god´s redeem their vigils keep.
I´m going there to see my mother,
She sad she´d meet me, when I will come,
I´m only going over Jordan,
I´m only going over home.
I´ll soon be freed from every trial,
My body sleep in the church yard,
I´ll drop the cross of self-deniyal,
And enter on my great reward.
I´m going there to see my Savior,
To sing his praise forevemore
I´m only going over Jordan,
I´m only going over home.
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