The Way Worn Traveler

<p>I saw a way worn traveler in tattered garments clad<br/>And struggling up the mountain, it seemed that he was sad<br/>His back was laden heavy, his strength was almost gone<br/>But he shouted as he journeyed, &quot;Deliverance will come&quot;<br/><br/>Then palms of victory, crowns of glory<br/>Palms of victory I shall wear<br/>Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory<br/>Palms of victory I shall wear<br/><br/>The summer sun was shining, the sweat was on his brow<br/>His garments torn and dusty, his step seemed very slow<br/>But he kept pressing onward, for he was wending home<br/>Still shouting as he journeyed, &quot;Deliverance will come&quot;<br/><br/>Then palms of victory, crowns of glory<br/>Palms of victory I shall wear<br/>Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory<br/>Palms of victory I shall wear