I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger

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 goingTo where the fountains are ever flowing.D. C.—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, nor any dying.

Farewell, neighbors, with tears I've warned you,I must leave you, I must leave you, and be gone!With this your portion, your heart's desire,—Why will you perish in raging fire?

Father, mother, and sister, brother!If you will not journey with me, i must go!Now since your vain hopes you will thus cherish,Should I too linger, and with you perish?

Farewell, drear earth, by sin so blighted,In immortal beauty soon you'll be arrayed;He who has formed thee, will soon restore thee,And then the dread curse shall never more be.