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I am a pilgrim and a strangerTraveling through this wearisome landAnd I've got a home in that yonder city, good LordAnd it's not (good Lordy it's not) not made by handI got a mother, a sister and a brotherWho have gone to that sweet homeAnd I am determined to go and see them, good LordOver on (good Lordy over on) that distant shoreAs I go down to that river JordanJust to bathe my weary soulIf I could touch but just the hem of His garment, good LordI believe (good Lordy I believe) that it would make me wholeNow when I'm dead, laying in my coffinAll of my friends all gather roundThey can say that he's just laying there sleeping, good LordSweet peace (Lordy sweet peace) his soul is found From Letras Mania