I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand I've got a mother, sister and a brother Who have gone this way before I am determined to go and see them, good Lord For they're on that other shore I'm goin' down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my wearisome soul If I can just touch the hem of his garment, good Lord Then I know he'd take me home I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand