And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
Traveling through this wearisome land
I got a mother, a sister and a brother
And it's not not made by hand
Just to bathe my weary soul
Traveling through this wearisome land
And it's not not made by hand
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
Than I know You'll take me home
Over on that other shore
Who have gone to this way before
If I can touch but just the hem of His garment, good Lord
Now I'm goin' down to that river Jordan
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord