- 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.
- 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.
- 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.

 
 