PALMS OF VICTORY
I saw the wayward traveler, in garments tattered clad,
And trav'ling up the Mounting, it seemed that he was sad.
His back was heavy laden, his strength was almost gone,
He shouted as he journeyed, DELIVERANCE WILL COME!
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,
Palms of victory I shall wear.
I saw him in the evening, the sun was sinking low,
He had overcomed the mounting, and reached the vale below.
He saw the golden city, his everlasting home,
And shouted louder HOS-E-ANNA, DELIVERANCE WILL COME!
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,
Palms of victory I shall wear.
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.
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,
Palms of victory I shall wear.