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,
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 is 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.

3. There's the city to which I journey;
My Redeemer, my Redeemer, is its light;
There is no sinning, nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying.
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger;
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.