Pilgrim Of Sorrow (Alternate Take)

Lord, I'm a poor pilgrim of sorrow

I'm down in this world, I'm all alone

I have no hope for tomorrow

I'm just trying to make Heaven my home

And Lord sometimes, sometimes I'm burdened

I feel I'm all by myself

But as long as my Lord is with me

I don't need, no, no one else

And Lord, whenever, whenever I get tired

I can call on the Lord late at night

And I know my Savior, He'll hear me

And make everything all right

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh Lord

Oh, Lord, sometimes I'm exhausted, Lord and driven

Until I don't know where to roam

But I've heard of a city called Glory

I'm just trying to make that city my home