I am a pilgrim and a stranger

   Traveling through this wearisome land

   And I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord

   And it's not (good Lordy it's not) not made by hand



I got a mother, a sister and a brother

Who have gone to that sweet home

And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord

Over on (good Lordy over on) that distant shore



As I go down to that river Jordan

Just to bathe my weary soul

If I could touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord

I believe (good Lordy I believe) that it would make me whole



Now when I'm dead, laying in my coffin

All of my friends all gather round

They can say that he's just laying there sleeping, good Lord

Sweet peace (Lordy sweet peace) his soul is found