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I saw a wayward traveler

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In tattered garments clad

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And struggling up the mountain

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It seemed that he was sad

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His back was heavy laden

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His strength was almost gone

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Still he shouted as he journeyed

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Deliverance will come

Chorus

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Then Palms of Victory

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Crowns of glory

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Palms of victory

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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 going home

Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

The songsters in the arbor, that stood beside the way

Attracted his attention, invited his delay

His watchword being "Onward!", he stopped his ears and ran

Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

I saw him in the evening, the sun was bending low

He had overtopped the mountain, and reached the vale below

He saw the golden city, his everlasting home

And shouted loud, "Hosanna! Deliverance will come!"

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'er the dashing foam

And joined him in his triumph, "Deliverance has come!"