The Blood Washed Traveler

Verse 1

I saw a blood-washed traveler, In garments white as snow, While traveling on the highway, Where heavenly breezes blow; His path was full of trials, And yet his face was bright; He shouted as he journeyed, "I'm glad the burden's light."

Chorus

Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, Palms of victory I shall wear.

Verse 2

I saw him in the conflict, When all around was strife; When wicked men and devils Convened to take his life; I saw him cast in prison— A dungeon dark as night; And yet I heard him shouting, "I'm glad the burden's light."

Verse 3

I saw him led from prison, And chained unto the stake; I heard him shout triumphant, "'Tis all for Jesus' sake!" He saw the fires when kindled, The faggots blazing bright; He said "The yoke is easy— The burden is so light."

Verse 4

I saw the flames surround him, His body racked with pain; He shouted, "Jesus saves me! I know that death is gain!" Then casting his eyes upward, Before he took his flight, I heard him faintly whisper, "I'm glad the burden's light!"

Verse 5

I saw his soul departing, It seemed the veil was rent; And I could see the angels, Which Jesus Christ had sent; They bore him to the Savior, The ever-blessed Son, The brightest star in glory, And Jesus said, "Well done!"