I Am a Pilgrim

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, made by hand

And I've got a mother, a sister and a brother

Who have gone to that sweet home

I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over on, good Lord, over on, that distant shore

And I go down to the river of Jordan

Just to bathe my weary soul

And if I could touch just the hem of His garment, good Lord

I believe, good Lord, I believe it would make me whole

Now when I'm dead and in my coffin

And all my friends all gather round

And they can say that he's just layin' there sleepin', good Lord

Sweet peace, good Lord, sweet peace, his soul is found

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, made by their hand