| Lyrics: | 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 |
