I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Cast out in the wild world to roam I have no promise of tomorrow I've started to make Heaven my home I know I'm weak and unworthy My heart is so prone to sin My mother has reached the bright glory My father is still wandering in sin My brothers and sisters won't own me Because I'm trying to get in When friends and relations forsake me And trouble rolls 'round me so high I think of the kind words you gave me Poor pilgrim I'm always nigh I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow Cast out in the wild world to roam