I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I’m going home to see my Father
I’m going home no more to roam
I’m just a-going over Jordan
I’m just a-going over home

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Extras for Plus Members

  • Song with chords in 2 keys (PDF)
  • MIDI file
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