I'm a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this worrisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city
And it's not (God Load it's not)
Not made by hand

I've got a mother a sister and a brother
Who have gone on before
And I'm determined to go and meet them, good load
Over on that other shore

I'm going down to the river of Jordan
Just to cleanse my weary soul
If I could touch but the hem of His garment, good load
I do believe it would make me whole