I Am a Pilgrim

I am a pilgrim, and a stranger, traveling through this wearisome land.

But I've got a home, in that yonder city, good Lord!

And it's not, good Lordy, it's not made by hand.

I'll see my father, mother, sister and brother,

Who have gone to that sweet home

And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over all, good Lordy, over all that distant shore

And I go down to the river Jordan

Just to bath my weary soul

And if I could touch

Just the hem of his garment, good Lord

And I believe, good Lordy, I believe

You've made me whole

Now when I'm dead and in my coffin

And all my friends all gather round

They can just say that he's laying there sleeping, good Lord

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

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.