I am a pilgrim and a stranger  Travelling through  this wearsome 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 got a sister and brother Who have been this way before     I am determined to go and see them good Lord Over on that other shore I am a pilgrim and a stranger  Travelling through  this wearsome land I've got a home in  that yonder city good Lord And it's not      not made by hand I'm going down to that river of Jordan Just to bathe my wearsome soul    If I could just touch the hem of his garment good Lord Then I know he'll take me home I am a pilgrim and a stranger  Travelling through  this wearsome land I've got a home in  that yonder city good Lord And it's not      not made by hand