The Wayworn Traveler
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,
It shouted as he journeyed, ''Deliverance 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!"
Chorus
The songstress 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!"
Chorus
While gazing on that city, just o'er that narrow flood
A band of holy angels came from the throne of God.
They bore him on their pinions, they bore the dashing foam,
And joined him in his triumph, "Deliverance has come!"
Chorus
O Viajante Cansado
Eu vi um viajante cansado, vestido em trapos surrados,
E lutando na montanha, parecia que estava triste.
Suas costas pesadas, sua força quase se foi,
Ele gritava enquanto caminhava, 'A libertação vai chegar!'
REFRÃO:
Então palmas de vitória, coroas de glória,
Palmas de vitória eu vou usar.
O sol de verão brilhava, o suor escorria na sua testa,
Suas roupas gastas e empoeiradas, seu passo parecia lento.
Mas ele continuou avançando, pois estava indo pra casa,
Ainda gritando enquanto caminhava, 'A libertação vai chegar!'
Refrão
A cantora no pomar, que estava ao lado do caminho,
Chamou sua atenção, convidando-o a parar.
Com a palavra de ordem 'Avante!' ele tapou os ouvidos e correu,
Ainda gritando enquanto caminhava, 'A libertação vai chegar!'
Refrão
Enquanto olhava para aquela cidade, além daquele estreito rio,
Um grupo de anjos santos veio do trono de Deus.
Eles o levaram em suas asas, atravessando a espuma,
E se juntaram a ele em seu triunfo, 'A libertação chegou!'
Refrão