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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 got a mother, a sister and a brother Who have gone to this way before And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord Over on that other shore 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 Now I'm goin' down to that river Jordan Just to bathe my weary soul If I can touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord Than I know You'll take me home 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