444. I'm a Pilgrim

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