Palms Of Victory - Guy Penrod

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

Chorus: 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

The songsters in the arbor, that stood beside the way

Attracted his attention, invited his delay

His watchword being Onwards, he stopped his ears and ran

And shouted as he journeyed, deliverance will come

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

He had overtopped the mounting, and reached the vale below

He saw the golden city, his everlasting home

And shouted 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