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WAYWORN TRAVELER (PALMS OF VICTORY) Sung by: Almeda Riddle Recorded on 5/6/62 Click here to listen to the original recording 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." (Chorus) 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." (Chorus) 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." (Chorus) Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #626, "Palms of Victory." |
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