Lyrics and translation Guy Penrod - Palms of Victory

Palms of Victory

I saw the wayward traveler, in garments tattered clad,
And traveling up the Mountain, it seemed that he was sad.
His back was laden heavy, his strength was almost gone,
But he shouted as he journeyed, deliver ance 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.

The songsters in the arbor, that stood beside the way,
Attracted his attention, invited his delay.
His watchword being Onwards, he stopped his ears and ran,
And shouted as he journeyed, deliverance will come.

I saw him in the evening, the sun was getting low,
He had overtopped the mounting, and reached the vale below.
He saw the golden city, his everlasting home,
And shouted hosanna, deliverance will come.

While gazing on the 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 has come

Palmes de la Victoire

J'ai vu le voyageur égaré, vêtu de vêtements en lambeaux,
Et montant la montagne, il semblait triste.
Son dos était lourd, sa force presque épuisée,
Mais il cria en cheminant, le salut viendra.

Refrain : Alors des palmes de victoire, des couronnes de gloire,
Des palmes de victoire je porterai.

Le soleil d'été brillait, la sueur coulait sur son front,
Ses vêtements étaient usés et poussiéreux, son pas semblait très lent.
Mais il continua d'avancer, car il rentrait chez lui,
Cria toujours en cheminant, le salut viendra.

Les chanteurs dans l'arbor, qui se tenaient sur le chemin,
Attirèrent son attention, invitèrent à son retard.
Son mot d'ordre étant En avant, il se boucha les oreilles et courut,
Et cria en cheminant, le salut viendra.

Je l'ai vu le soir, le soleil baissait,
Il avait dépassé la montagne, et atteint la vallée.
Il vit la ville d'or, sa demeure éternelle,
Et cria hosanna, le salut est venu.

Alors qu'il contemplait la ville, juste au-dessus du torrent étroit,
Une bande d'anges saints sont venus du trône de Dieu,
Ils l'ont porté sur leurs ailes en sécurité sur l'écume qui jaillit,
Et se sont joints à lui dans son triomphe, le salut est venu.