I Am a Pilgrim

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 handI 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 forevermoreWhen 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 wholeAnd 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