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I am a pilgrim and a stranger\nTraveling through this worrisome land\nI’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord\nAnd it’s not (Good Lord but it’s not) not made by hand\nI’ve got a mother, a sister and a brother\nWho have gone this way before\nI am determined to go and see them good Lord\nOver on (Over on) that golden shore\nI am a pilgrim and a stranger\nTraveling through this worrisome land\nI’ve got a home in that yonder city good Lord\nAnd it’s not (Good Lord it’s not) not made by hand\nI’m going down to the river Jordan\nJust to be my weary soul\nIf I can just touch but the hem of His garment, good Lord\nThen I know (Well Lord I know) I’ll be made whole\nI am a pilgrim and a stranger\nTraveling through this worrisome land\nI’ve got a home in that yonder city, good Lord\nAnd it’s not (Good Lord it’s not) not made by hand
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