Bloodwashed pilgrims

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.