The Blood Washed Traveler

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.

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." [Chorus]

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." [Chorus]

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!" [Chorus]

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!" [Chorus]

Source: A Collection of Revival Hymns and Plantation Melodies #28

• Audio recording from A Collection of Revival Hymns and Plantation Melodies #28