I am a pilgrim

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travellin' 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 brother
Who have gone this way before
I am determined to go and see them, dear Lord
Over on the other shore

I'm going down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my wearisome soul
If I can just touch the hem of his garment, dear Lord
Then I know he'd take me home

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travellin' through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by hand