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444 – I’m A Pilgrim And A Stranger

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.

Refrain

I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger;

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

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.