I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, oh Lord
And it's not, not made by hand
I got a mother, sister and brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and see them, oh 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, oh Lord
And it's not, not made by hand
I'm going down to that river of Jordan
Just to bathe my wearisome soul
If I can just touch the hem of His garment, oh Lord
Then I'll know he'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, oh Lord
And it's not, not made by hand