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 not made by hand I've got a mother a sister and brother Who have been this way before I am determined to go and see them good Lord Over on that other shore I'm going down to that river of Jordan Just to bath my wearisome soul If I could just touch the hem of His garment good Lord Then I know He'll take me home