I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
I have a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand

I've got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who all have gone this way before
I am determined to go and meet them, good Lord
Over on that other shore

I'm goin' down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my, my weary soul
If I could just touch the hem of his garment, good Lord
Then I know he would make me home

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
I have a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand