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,
Yet he shouted as he journeyed, �Deliverance will come!�
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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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The songsters in the arbor that stood beside the way
Attracted his attention, inviting his delay:
His watchword being �Onward!� he stopped his ears and ran,
Still shouting as he journeyed, �Deliverance will come!�
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I saw him in the evening; the sun was bending low;
He�d overtopped the mountain, and reached the vale below:
He saw the Golden City�his everlasting home�
And shouted loud, �Hosanna! Deliverance will come!�
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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!
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I heard the song of triumph they sang upon that shore,
Saying, �Jesus has redeemed us to suffer nevermore!�
Then casting his eyes backward on the race which he had run,
He shouted loud, �Hosanna! Deliverance has come!�
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