Lyr. Add: Poor Pilgrim (2) I am a poor wayfaring stranger I sometimes know not where to roam I heard of a city called heaven I'm striving to make it my home. Sometimes I'm both tossed and driven, I sometimes know not where to roam, I heard of a ciy called heaven, I'm striving to make it my home. My friends and relations forsake me, And troubles roll round me so high, I thought of the kind voice of Jesus Saying, "Poor pilgrim, I'm always nigh." Sung by Mrs. Eva Evans, coll. by R. N. Dett, p. 169, "Religious Folk-Songs of the Negro, 1927 ed. (not in previous editions). Probably did not appear in Negro gospel until the 20th c. The first verse taken from Poor Wayfaring Stranger.
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