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.