| Lyrics: | PALMS OF VICTORY
I saw the wayward trav'ler, in garments tattered clad,
And
trav'ling up the Mounting, it seemed that he was sad.
His back was laden heavy, his
strength was almost gone,
He shouted as he journeyed, DELIVERANCE WILL
COME!
chorus:
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 step seemed very slow.
But he kept pressing onward, for he was wending
home,
Still shouting as he journeyed, DELIVERANCE WILL COME!
cho.
The songsters
in the arbor, that stood beside the way,
Attracted his attention, invited his
delay.
His watchword being Onwards, he stopped his ears and ran,
And shouted as he
journeyed, DELIVERANCE WILL COME!
cho.
I saw him in the evening, the sun was
getting low,
He had overtopped the mounting, and reached the vale below.
He saw the
golden city, his everlasting home,
And shouted HOS-E-ANNA, DELIVERANCE WILL
COME!
cho.
While gazing on the city, just o'er the narrow flood,
A band
of holy angels came from the throne of God,
They bore him on their pinions safe o're the
dashing foam,
And joined him in his triumph, Deliverance has
come.
cho
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