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 not made by hand



I got a mother, a sister and a brother

Who have gone to this way before

And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over on that other shore



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 not made by hand



Now I'm goin' down to that river Jordan

Just to bathe my weary soul

If I can touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord

Than I know You'll take me home



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 not made by hand