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I am a pilgrim and a stranger
travelling through this weary land.
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
and it's not, good Lordy it's not,  not made by man.

I've got a mother, a sister and a brother
who have gone, gone on before.
And I'm determined to go and see them good Lord,
over on, good Lordy over on, that other shore.

I'm going down to the river of Jordan
just to bathe my weary soul.
If I could touch but the hem of his garment, good Lord,
I believe, good Lordy I believe,  it would make me whole.

When I'm down inside my coffin
all my friends are gathered 'round
When they see me in there sleeping
sweeeeeeet peace, my soul is found.
 
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