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 labour night and day

To be a pilgrim.