I saw a wayworn 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 The summer sun was shining The sweat was on His brow His garments worn and dusty His steps seemed mighty slow But he kept pressing onward For He was going home Still shouting 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'd overcome the mountain And reached the vale below He saw that golden city His everlasting home And he shouted loud "Hosanna!" "Deliverance has come!" Then palms of victory Crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wear While gazing on that 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 had come Then palms of victory Crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wear Then palms of victory Crowns of glory Palms of victory I shall wear