Deliverance Will Come

I saw a blood washed pil­grim

A sin­ner saved by grace

Upon the King’s high­way

With peace­ful

shin­ing face;

Temptations sore be­set him

But no­thing could afright;

He said

The yoke is ea­sy

The bur­den

it is light.

Then palms of vic­to­ry

crowns of glo­ry

Palms of vic­to­ry I shall wear.

His hel­met was sal­va­tion

A sim­ple faith his shield

And right­eous­ness his breast­plate

The spir­it’s sword he’d wield.

All fie­ry darts ar­rest­ed

And quenched their blaz­ing flight;

He cried

The yoke is ea­sy

The bur­den

it is light.

I saw him in the fur­nace;

He doubt­ed not

nor feared

And in the flames be­side him

The Son of God ap­peared;

Though se­ven times ’twas heat­ed

With all the tempt­er’s might

He cried

The yoke is ea­sy

The bur­den

it is light.

’Mid storms

and clouds

and tri­als

In pri­son

at the stake

He leaped for joy

re­joic­ing

’Twas all for Je­sus’ sake;

That God should count him wor­thy

Was such su­preme de­light

He cried

The yoke is ea­sy

The bur­den

is so light.

I saw him ov­er­com­ing

Through all the swell­ing strife

Until he crossed the thresh­old

Of God’s eter­nal life;

The crown

the throne

the scep­ter

The name

the stone so white

Were his

who found

in Je­sus

The yoke and bur­den light.