I Am A Pilgrim And A Stranger

Travelling Through This Wearisome Land

I've Got A Home In That Yonder City, Good Lord

And 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

For They're On That Other Shore



I'm Goin' Down To The River Of Jordan

Just To Bathe My Wearisome Soul

If I Can Just Touch The Hem Of His Garment, Good Lord

Then I Know He'd Take Me Home



I Am A Pilgrim And A Stranger

Travelling Through This Wearisome Land

I've Got A Home In That Yonder City, Good Lord

And It's Not, Not Made By Hand