He who would valiant be �gainst all disaster,
Let him in constancy follow the Master.
There�s 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 confound�his 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! I�ll fear not what men say,
I�ll labor night and day to be a pilgrim.
The original text from Pilgrim�s Progress:
Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be,
Come wind, come weather
There�s 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,
He�ll 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,
He�ll fear not what men say,
He�ll labor night and day
To be a pilgrim.