I Am A Pilgrim

I am a pilgrim and a stranger

Traveling through this wearisome land

I've got a home built

In that yonder city, good Lord

And it's not, not made by hand

I got a mother

A sister and a father

Them gone on now, to the other shore

And I'm determined

To go and see them good Lord

And to live with them forever more

When I go down to the river of Jordan

Just to bathe my, my weary soul

If I can but touch

The hem of his garment good lord

Then I, I know you'll make me whole

And when he lay me down for the last time

With his hard hand restin' on my breast

I don't want none

Of that weeping and crying over me

Because you know that I've gone to rest

Yes, I'm a pilgrim and a stranger

Traveling through this, this wearisome land

I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord

And it's not, not made by hand