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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