Palms of Victory

I saw the wayward traveler, in garments tattered clad
And traveling 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, deliver ance 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 step seemed very slow
But he kept pressing onward, for he was wending home
Still shouting as he journeyed, deliverance will come.

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