He who would valiant
be gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancy follow the Master.
Theres no discouragement shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent to be a pilgrim.
Who so beset him round
with dismal stories
Do but themselves confoundhis strength the more is.
No foes shall stay his might; though he with giants fight,
He will make good his right to be a pilgrim.
Since, Lord, Thou dost
defend us with Thy Spirit,
We know we at the end, shall life inherit.
Then fancies flee away! Ill fear not what men say,
Ill labor night and day to be a pilgrim.
The original text
from Pilgrims Progress:
Who would true valour
see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
Theres no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a pilgrim.
Whoso beset him round
With dismal stories
Do but themselves confound;
His strength the more is.
No lion can him fright,
Hell with a giant fight,
He will have a right
To be a pilgrim.
Hobgoblin nor foul
fiend
Can daunt his spirit,
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.
Then fancies fly away,
Hell fear not what men say,
Hell labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.
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