i saw a way worn 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 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 dusty his step seemed very slow but he kept pressing onward for he was wending 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