i am a pilgrim and a stranger travelling 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 sister and a brother who have gone this way before i am determined to go and see them good lord for they re on that other shore i m goin down to the river of jordan just to bathe my wearisome soul if i can just touch the hem of his garment good lord then i know he d take me home i am a pilgrim and a stranger travelling through this wearisome land i ve got a home in that yonder city good lord and it s not not made by hand