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
(Good Lordy but it's not)
Made by hand
I got a mother
A sister and a brother
Who have gone
To that sweet home
And I am determined
To go and see them
Good Lord
Over on
(Good Lordy over on)
That distant shore
And I go down to
The river of Jordan
Just to bathe
My weary soul
And if I could touch
Just the hem of His garment
Good Lord
I believe
(Good Lordy I believe)
It would make me whole
Now when I'm dead
And in my coffin
All my friends
All gather round
And they can say
He's just
Laying there sleeping
Good Lord
Sweet peace
(Lordy sweet peace)
His soul is found
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
(Good Lordy but it's not)
Made by hand