I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome landI've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, it's not made by handI have a mother, sister and a brother Who have gone to that sweet homeI'm determined to go and meet them, good Lord Over on that other shoreCause I'm a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome landI've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, it's not made by handAs I go down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my weary soulIf I could touch but the hem of his garment, good Lord I believe it would make me wholeCause I'm a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this worrisome landI've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, it's not made by hand