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(Chorus:) I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, Good Lord, And it's not, (oh no it's not) not made by hand. I've got a mother, sister, and a brother Who have gone this way before. I am determined to go and see them, Good Lord, Over on that other shore. (Chorus) I'm going down to the river of Jordan, Just to bathe my weary soul. If I touch but the hem of his garment, Good Lord, I believe it would make me whole. (Chorus) |