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Lord I'm poor pilgrim of sorrow
down on this world I'm alone
I have no hope for tomorrow
and I have no place that I can go
sometimes, sometimes I'm so lonely
sometimes I don't know what to do
I look around to friends for consolation
and I find that they have troubles too
and I got sister and brothers
they don't like me
because I'm away from sin
and I got good friends
my best friends turn against me
because I'm trying so hard to win
O Lord, O Lord
come on Jesus, O Lord
sometimes I'm tossed and driven
till I decided that I was wrong
that's when I heard of a city called Glory
and I try to make that city my home