| I am a pilgrim and a stranger
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| Travelling through this wearisome land
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| I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
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| And it’s not, not made by hand
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| I’ve got a mother, sister and a brother
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| Who have gone this way before
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| I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
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| For they’re on that other shore
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| I’m goin' down to the river of Jordan
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| Just to bathe my wearisome soul
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| If I can just touch the hem of his garment, good Lord
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| Then I know he’d take me home
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| I am a pilgrim and a stranger
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| Travelling through this wearisome land
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| I’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
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| And it’s not, not made by hand |