I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not ( Good Lord but it's not) not made by hand I've got a mother, a sister and a brother Who have gone this way before. I am determined to go and see them good Lord Over on (Over on) that golden shore. I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome land I've got a home in that yonder city good Lord. And it's not (Good Lord it's not) not made by hand. I'm going down to the river Jordan Just to be my weary soul. If I can just touch but the hem of His garment, good Lord Then I know (Well Lord I know) I'll be made whole. I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not (Good Lord it's not) not made by hand.