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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 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 Over on that other shore I'm going 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 From Letras Mania