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I saw a way worn traveler in tattered garments clad |
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And struggling up the mountain, it seemed that he was sad |
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His back was laden heavy, his strength was almost gone |
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But he shouted as he journeyed, '' |
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Deliverance will come"Then palms of victory, crowns of gloryPalms of victory I shall wearYes, palms of victory, crowns of gloryPalms of victory I shall wearThe summer sun was shining, the sweat was on his browHis garments torn and dusty, his step seemed very slowBut he kept pressing onward, for he was wending homeStill shouting as he journeyed, " |
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Deliverance will come"Then palms of victory, crowns of gloryPalms of victory I shall wearYes, palms of victory, crowns of gloryPalms of victory I shall wear |
