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