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
Refrain
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.
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.