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

Good Lordy it's 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

For they're on

Good Lordy 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 good Lord

And it's not

Good Lordy it's not

Made by hand

I'm going down to the river of Jordan

Just to bathe my wearisome soul

If I can just

But touch the hem of his garment good Lord

Then I know

Good Lordy well I know

It make me home

Lrod make me home