I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home built In that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand I got a mother A sister and a father Them gone on now, to the other shore And I'm determined To go and see them good Lord And to live with them forever more When I go down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my, my weary soul If I can but touch The hem of his garment good lord Then I, I know you'll make me whole And when he lay me down for the last time With his hard hand restin' on my breast I don't want none Of that weeping and crying over me Because you know that I've gone to rest Yes, I'm a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this, this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand