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
El Viajero Fatigado
Vi a un viajero fatigado vestido con harapos,
Y luchando subiendo la montaña, parecía estar triste.
Su espalda estaba cargada pesadamente, su fuerza casi se había ido,
¡Gritaba mientras viajaba, '¡La liberación llegará!'
CORO:
Entonces palmas de victoria, coronas de gloria,
Palmas de victoria llevaré.
El sol de verano brillaba, el sudor estaba en su frente,
Sus ropas desgastadas y polvorientas, su paso parecía muy lento.
Pero siguió presionando hacia adelante, porque iba rumbo a casa,
Aún gritando mientras viajaba, '¡La liberación llegará!'
Coro
La cantante en la pérgola, que estaba junto al camino,
Atrajo su atención, invitando a su demora.
Su lema era '¡Adelante!', tapó sus oídos y corrió,
Aún gritando mientras viajaba, '¡La liberación llegará!'
Coro
Mientras contemplaba esa ciudad, justo al otro lado de ese estrecho río,
Una banda de santos ángeles llegó desde el trono de Dios.
Lo llevaron en sus alas, atravesaron la espuma rugiente,
Y se unieron a él en su triunfo, '¡La liberación ha llegado!'
Coro