The Way Worn Traveler

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

But he shouted as he journeyed, ''Deliverance will come"Then palms of victory, crowns of glory

Palms of victory I shall wear

Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory

Palms of victory I shall wearThe summer sun was shining, the sweat was on his brow

His garments torn 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"Then palms of victory, crowns of glory

Palms of victory I shall wear

Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory

Palms of victory I shall wear