I Am a Pilgrim

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, not made by hand

I've got a mother, a sister, and a brother

Who have gone that way before

I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over on that golden 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, good Lord

Then I know I'll be made whole

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, not made by hand

And it's not, not made by hand