| I Am a Pilgrim I am a pilgrim and a stranger, Traveling through this wearisome land. But I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord, And it's not - not made by hand. I got a mother, a sister and a brother, Who have gone to that fair land. And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord, Over on that other shore. I am a pilgrim and a stranger, Traveling through this wearisome land. But I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord, And it's not - not made by hand. Well, I'm going down to the river of Jordan Just to bathe my weary soul. If I could touch but the hem of His garment, good Lord, Then, I know it would make me whole. I am a pilgrim and a stranger, Traveling through this wearisome land. But I 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. Author Unknown |