Verse 1
I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger;
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night!
Do not detain me, for I am going
To where the streamlets are ever flowing.
I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger;
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night!
Verse 2
Of that city, to which I journey,
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light;
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying!
Verse 3
There the sunbeams are ever shining,
Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there;
Here in this country, so dark and dreary,
I long have wandered forlorn and weary!