I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearysome land
I got a home in that yonder city, oh Lord
And it's not made by hand
I got a mother, sister and brother
Who have gone to that sweet land
I am deterined to go and see them, good Lord
All over on that distant shore
As I go down to that river Jordan
Just to bath my waery soul
If I could touch but the hem of His garment, good Lord
I believe it would make me whole