(Chorus:) 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus)