I Am a Pilgrim

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'd 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