Bloodwashed Pilgram — текст песни (Crystal Lewis)

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.