I am a pilg rim and a stranger
T raveling t hrough this wearisome l and
I've got a home in t hat yonder c ity g ood Lord
A nd it's not g ood lord it was not n ot made by hand
A nd I got a mot her a sister anda brother
W ho have g one to that sweet h ome
I am determined t o go and s ee them g ood Lord
O ver on d own over on t hat distant s hore
And I go d own to the river of J ordan
J ust to b athe my wearisome s oul
If I could touch t he hem of his g arment g ood Lord
A nd I believe g ood Lord I believe i t would make me w hole
Now when I'm d ead and in my c offin
A nd all my f riends all gather 'r ound
And they can say that h e's just l aying there sleeping g ood Lord
S weet peace o h lord sweet p eace of the soul is f ound
I am a pil grim and a stranger
T raveling t hrough this wearisome l and
I've got a home in t hat yonder c ity g ood Lord
A nd it's not g ood lord it was not n ot made by hand