Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow

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