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I am a pilgrim and a stranger
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Travelling through this wearisome land
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I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
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And it’s not (good Lordy and it’s not) not made by hand
I’ve got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who have gone to that sweet short
And I’m determined to go and see them, good Lord
Over on (good Lordy, over on) that other shore
When I go down to the river Jordan
Just to bathe my weary soul
If I could touch but just the hem of his garment, good Lord
I believe (good Lordy, I believe) that it would make me whole
Now when I’m dead, laying in my coffin
All of my friends, they’ll all gather round
They can’t say he’s just laying there sleeping
Sweet peace (good Lordy, sweet peace) his soul is found
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Travelling through this wearisome land
I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it’s not (good Lordy and it’s not) not made by hand