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 lord it was not not made by hand And I got a mother a sister anda brother Who have gone to that sweet home I am determined to go and see them good Lord Over on down over on that distant shore And I go down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my wearisome soul If I could touch the hem of his garment good Lord And I believe good Lord I believe it would make me whole Now when I'm dead and in my coffin And all my friends all gather 'round And they can say that he's just laying there sleeping good Lord Sweet peace oh lord sweet peace of the 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 lord it was not not made by hand