Palms Of Victory
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
Palmas da Vitória
Eu vi o viajante perdido, com roupas esfarrapadas,
E subindo a montanha, parecia que estava triste.
Suas costas estavam pesadas, sua força quase se foi,
Mas ele gritava enquanto caminhava, a libertação vai chegar.
Refrão: Então palmas da vitória, coroas de glória,
Palmas da vitória eu vou usar.
O sol de verão brilhava, o suor escorria na testa,
Suas roupas gastas e empoeiradas, seu passo parecia lento.
Mas ele continuou avançando, pois estava voltando pra casa,
Ainda gritando enquanto caminhava, a libertação vai chegar.
Os cantores na arborizada, que estavam ao lado do caminho,
Chamaram sua atenção, convidaram sua pausa.
Seu lema era Avante, ele tapou os ouvidos e correu,
E gritou enquanto caminhava, a libertação vai chegar.
Eu o vi ao entardecer, o sol estava se pondo,
Ele havia superado a montanha, e alcançado o vale abaixo.
Ele viu a cidade dourada, seu lar eterno,
E gritou hosana, a libertação vai chegar.
Enquanto olhava para a cidade, além do estreito rio,
Um grupo de anjos santos veio do trono de Deus,
Eles o levaram em suas asas, seguros sobre a espuma agitada,
E se juntaram a ele em seu triunfo, a libertação chegou.