I am a pilgrim and a stranger Travelin' through this worrisome land I 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 Done gone on now to the other shore And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord And to live with them forevermore When I go down to the River of Jordon Just to bathe my, my weary soul If I can but touch the hem of His garment, good Lord Then I, I know He'll make me whole And when He lays me down for the last time With his hard hand resting on my breast And I don't want none of that weepin' and cryin' over me 'Cause you know that I'm gone to rest Yes, I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this, this worrisome land And I got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand