I am a pilgrim and a stranger

Traveling through this worrisome land

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

Not made by hand

I have a mother a sister and a brother

Who have gone to that we houl

I am determined to go

And see them good Lord

Over on that golden shore

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

I'm beliving

If made me whole