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