1 I saw a wayworn trav'ler
In tatter'd garments clad,
His back was laden heavy,
His strength was almost gone,
And struggling up the mountain
It seem'd that he was sad;
Yet he shouted as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come.

2 The summer sun was shining,
The sweat was on his brow,
But he kept pressing onward,
For he was wending home;
His garments worn and dusty,
His step seem'd very slow;
Still shouting as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come.

3 The songsters in the arbor,
That stood beside the way,
His watchword being "Onward!"
He stopped his ears and ran,
Attracted his attention,
Inviting his delay;
Still shouting as he journeyed,
Deliverance will come.

4 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 will come!

5 While gazing on that 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 had come!

6 I heard the song of triumph
They sang upon that shore,
Saying, Jesus has redeemed us
To suffer nevermore;
Then, casting his eyes backward
On the race which he had run,
He shouted loud, Hosanna,
Deliverance has come!