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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, (oh no 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
Over on that other shore
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I'm going down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
If I touch but the hem of his garment, Good Lord
I believe it would make me whole
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