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 brother
Who have been this way before
I am determined to go and see them good Lord
Over on that other shore
I'm going down to that river of Jordan
Just to bath my wearisome soul
If I could just touch the hem of His garment good Lord
Then I know He'll take me home