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.

2 There the sunbeams are ever shining,
I am longing, I am longing for the sight;
Within a country unknown and dreary,
I have been waiting, forlorn and weary:
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

3 Of that country to which I'm going,
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light;
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing
Nor any sin there, nor any dying:
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.