Sung by: Almeda Riddle
Recorded on 5/6/62

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I saw a wayworn traveler
In tattered garments clad.
He traveled up a mountain;
It seemed that he was sad.
His back was heavy-laden,
His strength was almost gone,
Yet he shouted while he journeyed,
"Deliverance will come."

Chorus: Then palms of victory,
Crowns of glory,
Palms of victory I shall bear.

The summer sun was shining,
And sweat stood on his brow,
His garments worn and dusty,
His steps were very slow,
But he kept struggling onward
Toward a shining dome,
Still shouting as he journeyed,
"Deliverance will come."

The songsters in an arbor
That stood beside the way
Attracted his attention,
Inviting his delay.
His watchword being "Onward,"
He stopped his ears and ran,
Still singing as he journeyed,
"Deliverance will come."


I saw him in life's evening;
The sun was sinking low.
He'd overtopped the mountain
And reached the vale below.
He saw the shining city,
His everlasting home,
And shouted loud, "Oh, glory,
Deliverance will come."


Then he stood beside death's river,
That foaming, dashing crest
That runs between the pilgrims
And everlasting rest,
And while he stood there gazing
Upon that raging flood,
A band of holy angels
Came from the throne of God,
They bore him on their pinions
Safe o'er the raging foam,
And joined him in his chorus,
"Deliverance will come."


Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #626, "Palms of Victory."

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