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I saw a way-worn traveler in tattered garments clad
And struggling up the mountain, it seemed that he was sad
His back was laden heavy, his strength was almost gone
Yet shouted as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come"
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory
Palms of victory I shall wear
The summer sun was shining, the sweat was on his brow
His garments worn and dusty, his steps seemed very slow
But he kept pressing onward, for he was wending home
Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come"
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory
Palms of victory I shall wear
The songsters in the arbor that stood beside the way
Attracted his attention, inviting his delay
His watchword being "Onward," he stopped his ears and ran
Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come"
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory
Palms of victory I shall wear
While gazing on that city just o'er that nardal flood
A band of holy angels came from the throne of God
They bore him on their pinions, they bore the dashing foam
And joined him in his triumph, "Deliverance has come"
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory
Palms of victory I shall wear
