Deliverance Will Come Songtext
von Uncle Dave Macon

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
Yet he shouted as he journeyed "Deliverance will come!"

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

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!


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 over-topped 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 sang upon that shore
Saying, "Jesus has redeemed us to suffer nevermore."
Then casting his eyes back-ward 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