Way Worn Traveler (with Helen Carter)

I saw a way-worn traveler in tattered garments clad
Struggling up the mountain, and his face looked very sad
The cross he pulled was 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
Yes, 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 torn and bloody, his steps were very slow
But he carried his cross upward, wending his way home
Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come"

Then palms of victory, crowns of glory
Palms of victory I shall wear
Yes, palms of victory, crowns of glory
Palms of victory I shall wear



Credits
Writer(s): A.p. Carter
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