Deliverance Will Come Songtext
von Uncle Dave Macon

I saw a wayward 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
Yet he shouted as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

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

The songster in the arbor that stood beside the way
Attracted his attention, inviting his delay
His watch was beating onward, he stopped his ears and ran
Still shouting as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come!"

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


I saw him in the evening, the sun was bending low
He′d overtopped the mountain, and reached the vale below
He saw the golden city, his everlasting home
And shouted loud, "Hosanna! Deliverance has come!"

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

I heard the song of triumph they sing upon that shore
Saying, "Jesus has redeemed us to suffer nevermore"
Then casting his eyes backward on the race that he had run
He shouted loud, "Hosanna! Deliverance has come!"

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