I
I AM A POOR PILGRIM OF SORROW,
CAST OUT IN THIS WIDE WORLD TO ROAM,
I HAVE NO PROMISE OF TOMORROW,
I'VE STARTED TO MAKE HEAVEN MY HOME.
I KNOW I'M WEAK AND UNWORTHY,
AND SOMETIMES IT'S SO HARD TO STAND,
BUT JESUS THE SAVIOR ALMIGHTY,
HAS PROMISED TO TAKE ME IN.
II
MY MOTHER HAS REACHED THE BRIGHT GLORY,
MY FATHER'S STILL WONDERING IN SIN.
MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS WON'T OWN ME,
BECAUSE I'VE BEEN BORN AGAIN.
WHEN FRIENDS AND RELATION FORSAKE ME,
AND TROUBLES ALL AROUND ARE SO HIGH,
I THINK OF THOSE KIND WORDS OF JESUS,
OH PILGRIM I'M ALWAYS NIGH.
III
I SOON SHALL REACH THE BRIGHT GLORY
WHERE MORTALS NO NEVER COMPLAIN.
THE OLD SHIP IS APPROACHING,
AND THE CAPTAIN IS CALLING MY NAME,
CHORUS
SOMETIMES I'M TOSSED AND DRIVEN,
AND I KNOW NOT WHERE TO ROAM.
I'VE HEARD OF A CITY CALLED HEAVEN,
AND I'VE STARTED TO MAKE IT MY HOME.