I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
I'm tossed in this wide world alone
No hope I have for to morrow
I've started to heav'n my home
Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord,
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
I've heard of a city called heaven
I've started to make it my home
My mother has reached that pure glory
My father's still walkin' in sin
My brother and sister won't own me
Because I am tryin' to get in

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