I'm a Pilgrim, and I'm a stranger

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 fountains are ever flowing.

Chorus

I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

Verse 2

There the glory is ever shining! O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there; Here in this country so dark and dreary, I long have wandered forlorn and weary.

Verse 3

There’s the city to which I journey; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light! There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, Nor any tears there, or any dying.