lördag 1 november 2014

I am a pilgrim



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1. I am a pilgrim and a stranger,
trav´ling through this wearisome land.
I got a home in that yonder city,
good Lord,
and it´s not made, not made by hand.

2. I got a mother, a sister and brother,
who have gone to that sweet land.
I´m determined to go and see them,
good Lord,
all over that distant shore.

3. As I go down to that river Jordan,
just to bathe my weary soul,
if I could touch but the hem of His garment,
good Lord,
well, I believe it would make me whole.

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